Shadows Beneath the Smile

My mind... it's been gone for so long. I can't remember when it left, only that it did, and now I move because I move. I breathe because I breathe. I exist because the darkness wills it. I look at myself. Or at what used to be me. A hollow thing, eyes empty, skin drawn tight over something that is no longer alive. My body-my hands, my face-they move, but not for me. I am nothing but the vessel. And yet... deep down, a single spark flickers. It remembers, just enough to know. To know the horror I have become. I am a corpse pretending. I am a shadow animated. And I am aware. Every step I take, every motion my body makes, l feel it. The darkness inside, patient, endless, perfect. It uses me. It plays with me. And I can only watch, trapped behind a thin veil of awareness that screams without voice: This is me. I am this. I am gone. No warmth, no thought, no joy remains. Only the spark. Only the knowledge. Only the terror of what I have become. --- This is something I decided to throw together.