Time

You’re watching yourself in the mirror

and seeing the setting sun

Fighting against the prediction

of what you would one day become

You thought it would go on for ever

but couldn’t know what was in store

It’s too late now for reflection

and rueing what happened before

The room’s filling up with your victims

a masque of the damage you’ve done

You hear yourself breathing “The horror”

knowing there’s nowhere to run

Your demons demand satisfaction

as the usher is closing the door

And the strands of your fate join together

on the tiles of a bathroom floor