Fox...wolf...dog...what are you really? I stand before a mirror and can't tell. Canine of a sort, twisted links, sorrowful the memories and a thing with no name. The only thing I'm sure of is the next drink, the awe I possess of gravity, the loss of myself and the way I've lost in these darker days. I look into my eyes and within the dark reflect is an absence. It's like I don't exist.
That mask...it's you.
It is, that's true I know.