As I look deep into myself,
I see a whithered figure of a man.
I see a slender silhouette of myself.
I see broken statues surrounding him.
I see a weak figure of my enterpritation.
As I look deep into myself,
I see someone who wants to give up.
I see a person that wants to move on.
I see a helpless boy fending for himself.
I see a spirit that wants to let go of life.
As I look deep into myself,
I see a being that loaths his own life.
I see a darkened soul waiting for the afterlife.
I see infestations of hatred covering him.
I see a man that looks like me.
That is what I see when I look deep into myself.