A monster lives within my mirror,

I can feel the breath of it trickle down my neck in the color of the sins I've committed.

Their whispers inch into my mind about things I do not wish to hear.

My spine as crooked as the cold stone steps that lead to this house of horrors,

Screams remain unheard as the beast smashes itself into it's reflected prison.

Paralyzed in fear,

I hate to see that sinster beast smile.

Running is useless

for the mirror is my shadow.

So the snarling monstrosity is always with me,

I want to escape this house

But it seems the doors are locked and I have thrown away the key.

The beast begins to grow familar features,

Before reality settles in it

It grows too late.

The monster is me.