I watch the blood
drip from my hand
I look up to the mirror,
and yes, I am damned
Whose blood this is
I cannot tell
but those eyes in the mirror
are not mine as well
Who is that ghoul
that leers at myself?
With his carnivore smile
and dreams of ill health
His mouth moves in silent
whisper, an unspeakable truth
I stumble backwards
from this thing
of my haunted youth
‘begone demon’
I say to it.
Its breath rank and heavy
all it touches becomes as $hit
I turn to run for my life
it just stands there
its eyes on my back
looking for where
to place its knife
and so it remains
to this very day
the shadow behind my back
in the mirror, that won’t go away