From nonexistence to consciousness
Blackness to dimness
The covers of the camera’s slide off
I look around my still room

Delirious while stumbling out of bed
Ending the peace
Forcing the tape up joints to move
The reopened wounds already scared over

Feeling for the dresser
Opening the slot
Grabbing the uniform of the day
Choosing my masks for each event

Into the white room
Shimmering and telling
The sun shining throughout each tile
I shut my eyes tight and get to work

The siring pain waking yet lulling
The steam blanketing my body
Helping to cleanse this corpse for the day
Washing away the stink of my sins

Stepping into the cold world
Wiping down the numb flesh
Staring into the glimmering mirror I see a face
Shocked at how unfamiliar it is

Dark and musty windows
The complexion of the dead
Divots and cracks throughout this statue
Who is this?

Averting my glaze
Shaken and estranged
I finish my daily routine
Dressing this mannequin

Leaving the bathroom
Lost in a haze of stress and confusion
I head off to my obligations
Anxious of the decaying man I have become