Who is that girl I see, her ice cold stare penetrating me.
I swear she’s dead, her color’s drained, her cuts were always unconstrained.
Her bloody eyes are deep dark red, a place that most always fear to tread.
Her face has lost all expression; I swear the Devil has her under his possession.
Her skin is pale, a creamy white, her soul is scarred with contrite.
Her heart is gone, she always seems so withdrawn.
Haunting thoughts race through her head, Ghosts revealing what she’s left unsaid.
For now she’s gone, but she’ll be back, looking for a tiny crack.
Within your soul, inside your heart, a place that she will never part.
She’s there with you in your blood, you always considered her such a dud.
But you see, that girl looking back at me
....
My own reflection is what I see
