A night time journey home,
Up stairs, all alone,
The window faces me,
My reflection I can clearly see,
Looking at it, just my face,
Looking in it, a dark place,
It changes shape, no longer my own,
Changes to forms of evil well known,
Eyes are nothing but blackness,
Filled with shadows and sadness,
A gateway to my broken soul,
To pieces scattered that once were whole,
Constantly coughing and coughing,
So much outer and inner choking,
Where am I now?
So much hate filled doubt,
My face is my own once more,
Yet still filled with the evil that went before…
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