I’m sick. I’m getting sicker. The mirror has paint on it. The mirror has me in it. I have paint on my face. I’m growing old. My hair is falling out. My eyes are white. My skin is mottled. My eyes are wide open. My ears are stuck shut. I hear a song. My name is in it. I’m in the song. I wrote the song. I’m lost to youth. My teeth are falling out. My skin is clear. I’m sick. I’m getting sicker. You’re a whisper. I can hear you. I always whisper. I hear my name whispered. I whispered my name. My eyes are closed tight. My ears are open wide. The song ends. My name is muttered. It’s a different song. I didn’t sing the song. That wasn’t my song.