The Shadows Maw

(Heed the shadow's maw)
Magnifier of my significance
Growing specks of doubt
Into beasts of self-hatred
Beclouded truths over lucid lies
Voicing vivid visions
The future's fangs tearing skin away
Draining me empty

Their foul breath envelopes me whole
Staining hearts beyond recognition
I am as an empty canvas
And I'm surrounded by vain painters

My mind blackened in darkness
My soul tainted to its core

Imitation of the blind that all surround me
To tell me what they are seeing

Boundless strokes of еvil's brush
Slowly uncreating me

I, the canvas, lost my origin
Paintеd to take the form of a mirror
Am I enough now?