Wasted Warmth

He lays on his bed in a pool of sweat.
He rises and walks to his bathroom.
He flicks the lights on and stares into the mirror.
Bags under his eyes, blood shot eyes, and just plain himself.
He stares into failures eyes.
He sees another loss in himself.
He squints to see himself better but the masks that he places
The masks that he hides behind have been embedded in him.
Its not like it was before. It was so simple before.