Swarms of moth

Feeding on dead skin

Shed from a foul god

Contemplating within

Spiders spinning their web

On the worn down mirror

Casting the reflection

Of his crumbled posture

The rotten ego

Spreading its moisture

Across the walls

Of its own hell

The clock ticks away

My empty life

The shell grows thick

Around my mind

Endless solitude

Blinding my sight

And still

I'll be waiting

Slowly dying inside

Fire dims in my soul

Those eyes still see the light

The light I'm waiting for