I see myself, and I see myself seeing myself; trapped in an infinite regress.
I don’t know what I am, other than that I am the ‘other’.
I sit in the eye of the storm, enjoying the false calm.
Picking the poison to escape my mind; my father’s curse, passed down to me.
I should lean towards hope, look to the light.
These words have no meaning, as I am incapable of giving them any.
No happy ending, no fresh beginning; just nothingness.