Fell into the mist

I could barely see

Did I even exist?

Now the weapon holds me

Which way do I twist?

I thought it was all over

Felt a burning kiss

Changed into a costume

If the bullet hits

Is the pain posthumous?

Is my aim amiss?

Shattered porcelain is never soft

I made myself small

After a searing stare

Fearing red herrings

I followed the hare

There’s a place I should be

But I don’t know where