Naught

When I look into the mirror
I see only sadness
With claws upon my throat.
Unyielding, unwavering,
Steady in its disdain.
Unmoving,
Not only empty, but gluttonous in its emptiness.
Everything in its gaze
Looks so vain
Without a place to exist in.
Unhabitable, unnerving,
Dropped in the shade.
Undying, unfinished,
Steady in its despair.
Unforgettable.
Timeless.
As I see only sadness,
It calls to me, speaks to me,
For it's unending hunger
Seeks to chew on those
Untethered, unbound,
Without a place, without a home,
Dissatisfied.
Unmasking the unknown,
It crushes into our
Understanding.