Undone

Everyday I become less.
Slowly losing the thing that's me.
Grasping desperately in vain,
For my ghosts of yesterday.

Frozen in time a space,
In a world borne for me to hide in.
Running inside for escape,
Only never to emerge again

Everyday I am less.
The loser of a war against no one
And the cold scar I bear inside,
Is all that's left of me