On this cold, cursed night,
I’m looking in the mirror;
And it terrifies me when What I see is a dark, grizzly shadow…
It’s evidently clear,
With no room for misinterpretation —
My eyes are playing tricks on me.
It doesn’t seem that My instinct is wrong.
I have no reason to doubt;
I double-check anyways,
That this is purely a figment of my imagination.
Or is it
That the truth is undeniably macabre —
The worst case scenario,
Which would be
Quite frankly, shocking.
I look again, and it’s Staring back at me,
The monster that I see.
Maybe I’m Imagining things.
I know I’m not actually Trapped with this horrific beast:
Blood-red eyes that pierce the soul,
Long, sharp fangs dirty with
Strands of unkempt, peppery grey fur…
What I see in the mirror scares me
Only because it reflects the grim reality…
What I see in the mirror scares me:
Strands of unkempt, peppery grey fur,
Long, sharp fangs dirty with
Blood, red eyes that pierce the soul
Trapped with this horrific beast.
I know I’m not actually Imagining things.
Maybe I’m The monster that I see,
Staring back at me.
I look again and it’s Quite frankly, shocking.
Which would be
The worst case scenario?
That the truth is undeniably macabre,
Or is it
That this is purely a figment of my imagination?
I double-check anyways.
I have no reason to doubt
My instinct is wrong;
It doesn’t seem that My eyes are playing tricks on me.
With no room for misinterpretation,
It’s evidently clear —
What I see is a dark, grizzly shadow,
And it terrifies me when I’m looking in the mirror
On this cold, cursed night.