The Fog
A man stood
Looking at a mirror
His once rosy face
Had grown unsunned
The mirror stared
Back into his solemn eyes
A hazed fog
Wrapped around his ankles
The sun had
Yet to flourish
The sun had
Chosen to hide
Warped into the fog
A cold hand swiftly
Circled his body
Sinister carbuncles
Began to boil
Under his flesh
Looking once more
At the reflection that lay before him
He felt the earth
Roll on around him
That mirror
That mirror elicited
A feeling of great madness
Inevitable prolonged negligence
Stared back at him
All the gaiety he had once known
Was gone
His eyes burned
As well as his flesh
Something was not right
Something was not right
At all
The fog seeped into
His frowning mouth
It began to suffocate him
The image that glared back at him
Continued to haunt his
Eyes
The man ran as fast
As his legs would carry him
However he could only see
One small thing
Through the almost blinding
Fog
A short man hunched over
Leaning against the lamp post
Staring back at him
He closed his eyes
Falling to the ground
He went down
Down
Down
He opened his eyes
Rising above
He went up, up
And away
Everything that had just happened
Overwhelmed his body
Two people were tugging at him
One side was pulling up
And the other, pulling down
The man in the mirror
Screamed stop
The person pulling down halted
To the sound of his plea
Good bye demon
the fog whispered
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