The Mirror

I am afraid to look in the mirror, My appearance lately has become ghastly at best. I've become such an awful sight, Like some sort of grotesque creature or hellish demon. In fact I think I am turning into the devil... I can no longer recognize myself, My face has become more narrow and my skull has taken on an elongated shape. My eyes have sunken in almost completely and they have an awful yellow gleam to them, It's as if I'm some sort of rat. I may have more in common with vermin or the common scavenger then I would like to admit. My nails have grown a great length and have begun to curve, My skin seems to have hardened and taken on the appearance of scales. And worst, worst of all, Is not my long crooked nose or the horns protruding from the top of my skull, but the bottom half of my face. Above my long curved chin is a dark cavernous hole, A gaping black mass that seems infinitely deep. It frightens me to say that if I stare for too long I get the feeling as if I'm being swallowed in all my entirety, As if I'm drowning beneath a black infinite sea. It's such a horrible feeling that I've avoided the mirror entirely, But something foul keeps calling my name, Beckoning me back to the mirror. There is no doubt in my mind that the metamorphosis is almost complete, There is a darkness overwhelming my soul and I feel as if it's almost done feeding. Eventually, I will have to face the horror that has become me, But for now I pray for someone or something to silence the demonic whispers inside...