Orcus Vir

Im not awake

nor am I asleep

I have not the slighest idea of how to do it,
how to wake me from this, the deepest slumber

The loss of pain and of happiness is suddenly so clear,
all general explosions of feelings has faded out.
The fog of war is all that remains in me

Scatters of expressions in my face
Pieces of crushed bones and sadness left behind

There is a sense of illusion in my marrow



The mirror in my hallway is avoiding me