I saw a monster and it's staring right back at me
Smiling so wickedly as if it knows all my sins
I have never seen eyes that looks so dead
When it looks so alive
It's holding something sharp, maybe a knife
Its hands are filled with freshly cut wounds
Blood dripping on the floor
I've seen this on movies and even dreams
If this is a nightmare then I can't seem to wake up
I threw whatever I can grab at it
But it just multiplied now it's laughing at me
Shards of glass are scattered on the floor
It was just a mirror, it was just my reflection
The monster is me