Twisted Mirror

When i gaze into the twisted mirror,
I grow pail and cold with fear,
like looking through a key hole,
looking, looking, at a twisted soul

with a scream and yell, the mirror I shatter,
through the peices, a tourmented soul i batter
I stomp the peices to kill the evil
You are the evil! my heart screams to reveal.

NO! this cant be, I cry
I cant remake the mirror no matter how hard I try
Ive destroyed my soul with the blows ive laid
I sit here crying as my mind and soul fade.

I destroyed my self in a fit of fear
i regret it now, i am the mirror
my thoughts begain to sway
almost gone now, faded away...