the now...????

the abyss i stare at...what stares back is my life...
clouded emptyness...
surrounded by trite baby eyes...
trails of death that follow...
the reflection in the mirror tells the truth...
where is my red windmill? my muse is a corpse dancing...
its macabre face never to smile again...
the gutter serves as my haven, and it's stench surrounds me...
there is no escape from the past, present and future....
i am hopeless...
(the places i go to are never there...)