It's stranger than normal,

this feeling I hide,

and it's an ominous feeling,

that I'll tuck down inside.

And my chest will envelope it,

this horrible truth,

something I can't get rid of,

but I'll hold it as proof.

To a mirror made of tears,

as I try not to lie,

but as the sun's rising,

I fear I might die

from it's impact of purity,

I will never fear,

and a sigh of defeat

deaf to any mortal ear,

will be left out softly

as I fall to the ground,

and Death will destroy me,

with barely a sound.