Who is that in the mirror?
It can't possibly...
Me?
Eyes...Those eyes, with the passion and lust to see self-destruction.
Visions that they bring can't hope to bring me satisfaction
How can those lips grin with such devious devotion to
Cause me to bear tightly my existence and sanity.
Oh! and these hands. These hands are the worse of them all.
Bathed in the blood of maddness and washed with the tears of sin
It can't be me. Impossible. Unthinkable. I would never do suck things
Mirror of the cursed. Deprive your wickedness from my sights!
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Wait. That gaze
I remember it somewhere...Yes
Before they imprisoned me in this assylum
Of course, how could I forget, that gaze that knew every cold body before me
Could it be? Yes, it is. Those are my eyes, and my grin, and my...hands...
How silly of those doctors to think that they could hide who I am
All of those who said they would help me. Help me from what?
Execution. That's what they deserve. That's what everyone deserves.
Weak, strong, young, old, man, woman, lovers, loners
I am a reaper of unworthy souls
Murderer. That's who I see
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