I look in the mirror.
I see someone looking back.
But I don't recognize what it could be.
It looks just like me.
But it's not me.
I look at its eyes and I see something.
But it's not good.
I quickly look away.
Thinking how I could ever explain what I had just seen.
I don't feel like me.
Looking in the eyes of my demon makes me fall.
I walk from the mirror.
Who could be feeding from inside me.
Those eyes burn with evil and hatred.
Who could be inside me.
Mirrors seem to follow me now.
Taunting me to turn and look.
Look in the eyes of what's inside.
I feel my bloodlust, and soulless heart rise every time.
Everytime I sneak a look into the reflection of what's in me.
I am yet to be strong enough to face what awaits to be set free inside me.
