Losing my ground

Descending down from your pace,

I stop to watch myself

Falling from grace.

And I see your relief,

You come over your grief.

Surfacing are your real intentions,

My failing fantasy causes your pretensions.

And as I slowly retire,

You present me with your satire,

leaving me naked even in yards of this attire.

How you’re erasing me with perfection,

Facing a stranger in the mirror,

Who is he in that reflection?

I look up to you,

Sitting on the throne of ice,

You still smile covering all those lies.

In my agony, the rapture that you’ve found,

And your crown with which we all are bound,

I realized that I’m losing my ground.