During my slumber,
I dream that I peer through my bathroom mirror.
Skin falls off my face,
And my right eye is away.
"For one to die, they must shed,
My new skin will appear undead.
A translucent glow appears among my face,
My core has been saved."
.
Nothing is inside the tear,
Only shade exists beyond despair.
This summer suffering has been sent away,
One where a disturbing message replays throughout my day.
'My skin meliorates as the days lose pace,
No one sees this refining delay,
And how my body must cleanse its rusty plague.'
.
My old skin tarnishes like an outlived germ,
No disinfectant can revitalize this worm,
I exfoliate my outdated ways ----
And see how my right eye influences the flake.
My skin peels off!
Inside, it looks like dusk.
.
My eye's coat lives through my negative thoughts,
Ra discards the dust.
I falsify the evil,
And warm myself against the medieval,
One that prevents anymore diabolical plots,
My dead skin can fully rot.
.
The sun shines through this interstice,
Where my whimsical shell is abstinent.
'My missing eye has gone,
What has this human done?'