I look into crystal pools of blue mist

Seeping into the recesses of my mind

The silence there for the mourning

Of all I've been and died, and failed to be

The black veil of frustration and futility

Surrounds the darkness of my clouded soul

Clouds that have engulfed me since the dawn of my time

A dawn with no sun, only blood and pain and tearing flesh

Flesh, my flesh, scarred and marked

Branded by my pain, so that I may never forget

The pain of failure or the faces of those I've failed

My soul bleeds inside my body

My body, still whole,

But what good is the body when the soul inside is broken

And I'm broken, a slave to my pain and paranoia

Paranoia that I'm not good enough again

Enough, enough pain to see me through a thousand days and nights

Days that I'll spend trying

Nights I'll spend alone

Alone in the dark trying to drink my thoughts away

Thoughts that lead to pools of mist

Mist that I look into