Mirrors
Staring in its eyes
Face to face
No sign of fear
Not even a trace
Nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Staring in darkness
To the face of pain
The grinding of teeth
The feeling of pain
Still nothing to fear
Still nothing to gain
The face of many
The horrid screams
Tortured cries
And shattered dreams
The horrid smile
The crooked teeth
Some shredded tears
And blood beneath
That foul smile
The putrid thought
Of all the pain
To people it’s brought
The blood stained clothes
The darkness in its heart
I want it to leave
But it’s about to start
The eyes of the damned
The face of death
Grasping my neck
Till I'm out of breath
The red eyes
The pale skin
That rugged clothing
And soul of sin
Its deep eyes
Filled with darkness
Fills me with sorrow
Ever so heartless
This thing is a monster
It should have been killed at birth
Should have been buried alive
And suffer for what it’s worth
A description cannot fit this beast
Nothing but the damned and deceased
The wicked words
And corrupt thoughts
I know what it is
It is quite clear
All I'm doing
Is looking in a mirror
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