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I can see the same eyes staring back at me

But the face is not familiar

Disconncected from my own reality

Only the pain belongs to me

Each moment a convulsion

The fire is sometimes too much to bear

Hidden from others by a mask

The true face of my pain buried deep

I have succumbed to temptation

Despite my best effort

A scourge on love, devouring disease

Intoxicating and poisonous

I have lost my moral self

Yet I chase the high of immorality

It feeds my desire

A once proud man destroyed by fever

A sickness that cannot be cured

In mirrors I see my reflection

It is not the man that I am

The outward projection of happiness

Belies the multitude of demons within

I am tormented by my memories

The high is now fading

Another sting of your touch

Is all I need to sustain me