The Body

A world within a world,
A hollow with a core,
A corpse inside a shell of life,
And yet no actual life within the corpse,

A broken mirror hung on a wall,
Its shards strewn across the floor,
Now rewind time, and the mirror is whole,
But if you look closer,
The mirror is actually shattered,
And nail it rests on was never there in first place,

Time strips away reason,
Every second brings another form of agony,
But with each tick of the tock of the clock,
The pain you feel is actually nonexistent,
There is no pain,
There is no time either,
Just what is there,
And yet not there

But if the only thing that's real is the corpse,
How can you still be breathing?

A shadow moves across your eyes,
And a door slams shut,
There is no noise,
Only a corpse,
And a mirror,
And a clock,

Then everything goes black...