Something disturbing nagging him
About his shape
A feeling of dissolving
Losing mass at steady pace, what was this contracted sickness?
He bought himself a mirror
With gold laced frame
To study his own body
And blame imagination, this could not be real
Fading flesh
His skin turning translucent
He felt deceived
But knew the mirror wasn't lying to him
He stared for endless days
While his reflection was becoming weaker
Beyond repair
No medicine yet discovered that could save him
Day by day, fade away
Locked himself inside his house to isolate
Turning more transparent, sensitive to air
Must break this curse before it's too late
Every time he passed the mirror more of him had disappeared
His anxiety, soon all that would be left
Tried to punch the mirror into shards but there was no response
Couldn't grip a thing
A helpless soul
Could see through his own pale body
Mirror smiling back at the empty carcass he was
As made out of glass
Hating that old frame
Man of fog, never to return again
Soon to be
Extinct and clear as daylight
"No more me"
He thought and saw right through his hand
Now floating without weight
The self was almost gone
An itsy bitsy piece
Of once his full size form
To leave the physical nature
And join a timeless void
See through
Vaporized
Whatever caused this thing
A mystery unsolved now gone
Nothing left
Fading flesh
His skin turning translucent
He felt deceived
But knew the mirror wasn't lying to him
He stared for endless days
While his reflection was becoming weaker
Beyond repair
No medicine yet discovered that could save him
Now emptiness
Every time he passed the mirror more of him had disappeared
His anxiety, soon all that would be left
Tried to punch the mirror into shards but there was no response
Couldn't grip a thing
A helpless soul