I look into a mirror,
I hate what I see,
could this monster,
really be mine?

Hands coated with blood,
eyes dark and cold,
pale skin and shadowed hair,
I hate this all alone.

Nothing stays the same,
soon I shift again,
dark wings sprout,
but not on me, I fret.

It's not me I'm seeing,
yet I can't be sure,
am I insane?
Or is this a curse?

I'm not sure who I am,
yet I think I know,
my beast within is hiding,
through this glass window.
Lies.

I feel cold air touch me,
my cheeks are red and numbing,
I reach up for the handle,
but it's a fake.

I quickly grab a blanket,
I'm beginning to freeze,
the beast is still outside,
waiting for me.

I try to light a fire,
the coal is froze as well,
sick laughter scares me,
that dang window!

The beast is still watching,
I simply cannot rest,
until it goes away,
I'm afraid I confess.

It opens its mouth,
laughter shook,
that mirror starting speaking
"I'm a window."

I scream and run to hide,
I simply cannot lie,
this is so unfair,
the beast sent up my hair.

I grab my phone and dial,
no signal gets out,
I turn and cry out,
the beast begins to shout.

My life starts to fade,
I look into its eyes,
the beast meant,
I was never alive.