themes: guilt, trauma, loss

the mirror is a sick illusion

it shows the most pathetic

the most sadistic people

where their shadows truly are

when you look in her eyes

do you see the eyes of a murderer

hands stained with scarlet guilt

an accomplice in a wicked game

when you look in her eyes

do you see the eyes of a lost child

innocence now tainted with reality

never able to stop the nightmare

hands grip the putrid porcelain

knuckles turning ill ivory

waiting for the bitter bile to come up

flowing out of her ebony eyes