Human clay

As I gently end my day,
While the sun begins to rise. 
Molting the workload like clay,
Some water to clear my eyes. 

Dispersal of great aspirations,
Chin up to meet my own glare.
Come to me oh old sensation,
Familiar unseen tattoos to wear.

This mirror shows not a thing,
Yet I feel It more than ever. 
Renounce the marked sting,
Her poison ink always so clever. 

Few marks left that I alone see,
Whispered from behind six years of time. 
A jest made for me, unaware Im free,
Stitched slowly into a year long crime. 

I'm still here, Beneath this prison. 
With empty promises I play.
Lifeless eyes grew in their place, so that I may try to rest. 
My only gift that day,
Still puts me to the test. 
What must I pay?

What must I...