• Looking in the mirror, I see, an image of a nightmarish beauty. The same image I saw last night, in my dreams. Thin white face, eyes as black as coal, hands red as blood. Looking in the mirror, I see, an image of a nightmarish beauty. The same person I saw the other day, running her life away. A beauty, that strikes fear into the hearts of the young. A beauty, in which the site makes an angel weep. A beauty, that makes the demons of Hell envious. A nightmare, that even has the power to wake the dead. A nightmare, that absorbs all happiness. A nightmare, that freezes all warmth. An image, that casts you to the shadows. A ghost, a silhouette, vanishing in the night. Look into her eyes, and you shall see, My pain. You see my my hate, my agony, my fear. and you shall see your death.