• I stand in the bathroom,
    studying the mirror.
    For what's that dark figure I see,
    staring back at me?
    I don't reconize it,
    not one small bit.
    But if it's a mirror,
    shouldn't that person be thee?
    All I know is that it's a monster,
    and craves for blood.
    It's eyes are cold,
    and body pale.
    Hey,
    shine the light more, I think I can tell...

    It's me,
    the monster I now reconize.
    But somehow,
    it's to no surprise.
    I hate my reflection,
    I think I'm going to smash it.
    Throw the monster away,
    though I'll always have it...