When your left becomes right, and your right becomes left. That's where you'll find yourself. Not that fake little show, all prettied up for the masses. Stripped bare to be seen, through the skin, muscle, tissue, and bone. That all seeing eye staring back at you through the mirror. That's where you'll see yourself. All those sins you made shining through like a beacon on your soul. There will be no saving grace, there has never been a savior for you. You wish there would be something left to take you in after you've run your course. That darkness that's there when your eyes close and blot out the light has nothing on the truth. Even a hell or a hell made in the heavens would be preferred. You can see the skin peel away, piece by piece, revealing the beating veins or wires as you'd prefer. Resting your head against that cool, hard surface. All things are blurred but so amazingly clear at such close proximities. That wavering line between the real and the world so many cling to. One can so easily laugh at how pitiful people are, and so easily forget their own faults. You can laugh at those zombies and their faith, but find you're living a life so empty and untrusting. Sitting alone, at home, sneering at the visages of those you despise for their shortcomings. Just one step out of your preferred den, will lead you to another room. With that all seeing eye, reflecting another haggard face. But only one. Only one face, laughing away at the sheep which flock together. Superior in the knowledge of stupidity, and so well versed in the knowledge of loneliness. Only one face staring back, alone, and blinking away the tears.