This is My Face

Tears streaming down forsaken cheeks...flesh so dead and rotting, yet so perfect in the waning moonlight...
How can I make this scene so clear? This sight that I see within my mind...how I picture my face to be...
Forgotten lashes close to softly...covering the only life I had left to see...The cold gray ice of my eyes are colder still with the tone of death, so that even the winter's chill could not rattle my heart.
Breathing shallow through hesitant nostrils, a shade of unnatural white overcomes the skin of my face...
Eyebrows creased together in pain, worry, anger, betrayal, and confusion...a bitter potion to help along the disease of existence I have been bestowed.
Now my hand covers half my face, to keep my mind in a realm of darkening shadow...unearthly wrinkles appear along the displayed portion of my face...the only part my hand is not hiding away. What my hand covers remains palpable and real...fresh as death can possibly be in my current state...
Empty tear ducts mourn for my silent demise...a death no one in this world knows about but me...

This is my face...
This is my destiny.

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