Burrowed underground like a leper, feeling quarantined against my will. Seeing through the looking glass, with pupils dialated a weakened structure survives amonsgt the hills. Isolated feeling numb staring at the sky that's pale and bleak, I'm playing hide and seek in a coffin in my mind. A winter frost warms a decaying heart melting in a frozen hell. My skin is like a voodoo doll, impaled and pricked with pins that itch, under a satanic spell. A solemn angel with hair turned grey from a stained page in this paper cut chapter, leaves a legacy of trophy scars and a blue ribbon tied in knots that could have avoided disaster.