Prompt

I looked into the mirror and seen the madmen I'd become. Our teachers called us humans, but we were blind things come undone. I pondered on that child, that somehow died inside, I never felt him walk away, he simply steped aside. The sky was the only limit, energy raced through my veins. the days would never end, if I could raise the setting sun. I looked back upon the child that once wore this flesh in stride, growing twisted deep inside. What lies we have all become, as if someone