Hunted

My ugly face stares back-
pretentious, remiss.
It grins maliciously.
I am sinking in an abyss.
I break it. The mirror.
But it haunts my sleep.
I am living in a nightmare,
awakening to my distorted being.
The mind effected by nights
of ceaseless wandering.
Drugged and staggering
into the filthy corners of existence seen.
I have turned into their reflection.
I wish to rip it off and assist
the inner ghost of a peaceful soul.
If one still exists.

I am sinking