What have i done, this is surely not me,
this vision in the mirror, looking right back at me.

Lost in this void, petrified and alone,
i am searching for flesh, but i see only the bone.

My body unloved in this terrible state
in the background, the grim reaper will wait.
a smirk on his face as he moves ever so near,
and feeds of my heart, and lives off my fear.

Will somebody save me before i... waste away,
to late i fear, i feel i am now fading... away!