She used to be beautiful ad kind,
Now she is nothing in my eyes.
Cold and soulless, she can go to hell,
Now she is naught but an empty shell.
I miss the woman she used to be,
Friendly and calm, she set me free.
I loved her then, but I don't now
There must be away, I just don't know how.
Now she is lost, dark and alone,
And she dreams of separating skin from bone.
I wish her a terrible end,
One that only I can send.
She is the demon in my view,
She that darkens my sky once blue...
Why must the mirror be so cruel?
Though the words it speaks are the truth.
