Teeth like razors,

And a tongue like fire.

Nails like thorns,

And eyes like daggers.

Red oozing flesh,

In tight bound horrors.

A layer of my own design,

To hide so no one else sees.

But in moments,

They can see,

The Hurt that can,

Pour from me.

How I can cut them,

And leave a wound.

How I can cut him,

And leave pain.

When I look in the mirror,

I see a demon.

A women overcome in sin,

And eaten away by voices.

There is only one,

Who can save me now.

Only one to change,

What I see when I look in the mirror.