Looking at the mirror I see,
a blackened soul staring back at me,
a piercing glare, a knowing glance,
a familiar image it’s me by chance.
The mirrored image rips through my soul,
stares like fire, my blood runs cold,
icy shivers run through every bone,
my coursing veins turn to rotted stone.
Hollowed torment is all that I see,
a shallow image staring back at me,
of tortured soul and stain of mind,
and broken dreams from the unkind.
Of purest heart and cleanest thoughts,
of life’s true hopes now known are lost,
my feelings pale to the trials it be,
my heart is lost, truly lost to thee.