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I awaken into darkness

The odour of stale sweat and bitterness

Assaults my nasal passages

The taste of bile and self-loathing

Fills my mouth, sandpaper rough

Arid and dry as a desert

Eyelids, heavy as lead, open slowly

Revealing glassy, blood-shot eyeballs

As I look in the mirror

Sickened by what I see looking back at me

Dark ringed eyes with the dried traces

Of salty tears cried before bedtime

A man haunted by himself

And his attendant demons

Repulsed by the air of failure

Emanating from my hideous corpulence

And lacking the energy to even try

To set foot outside the house

Unwilling to face the condemnation

I see in the eyes of the strangers I pass

Struggling to cope with the waking hours

Empty, lonely and misery-laden

Just another day like all the others

In my pointless hollow existence

In my own private Hell.

© Valen (Myles Cook), 21/02/2012