Implosion
"In the womb of fear, When I relish in your plight with glee...... Teetering on the precipice of death, Will you think of me ? Listen to your screams Listen to your fervent pleas for mercy.... When you look into the mirror and see the grim reaper approaching, In your horror, will you think of me ?" "I'm very afraid, very cold.... Relish in my pain all you will.... This too shall pass, say wise men of old. I won't show fear, I won't scream for you You are but my own reflection, and I desist you. If at all this ends. If at all I manage to set myself free. I'll look down and snigger at you- proud in the knowledge that I looked you in the eye and didn't flee. You can break my bones, but not my soul. You can feel powerful. But you are me. In the end, you'll lose."