In my darkest hour
I have seen the dour truth
That no amount of
Self-known revelations
Will amount to anything
Without others.
The blade of dawn
Must be held with some truth
Because Lies surround me
And I know all of their faces.
From ghoulishly hellish,
To a reflection of me
That I no longer accept
Because the mirror
Is only grim to a
Bleak mindset
