My chest aches
It burns with the flames of hell & the realms of everything profane
My lungs are filled with poisonous air & smoke
& every excruciating gasp of air intoxicates me
I try to scream for help
But those flames burn my throat, my mouth
& I can\'t make a sound
I try to move, but thousands of blades penetrate my body
Bullets rip through my skin and bones
So I’m forced to stay behind a mirror that reflects a perfect image
I\'m forced to wear a mask; a fake illusion of contentment while I slowly perish in agony