You can hear her cry
You can see her pain
And a distant, violent patter awares you of rain
She glares at you
Jealous rage in her eyes
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she cries
Sobs shiver through you frozen body
And they grip at your heart
Because you can't tell the two,
You and her,
Apart
And despite her ugly state of mind
Her beauty is sickly divine

Golden locks of blood soaked hair
Pale paper skin, bruised and bare
Ice cold eyes, fierce with anger
White rose lips, shaped in danger
She smells of vanilla and
Death's own copper
Her strong voice, muffled and softer
You plead to the mirror and she just stares at you
An alarming realization is coming through
Your eyes widen
Her do too
Shakes rack your body
Frightening and true
Your eyes water
Black trails on her cheeks
She is not the only one that Death seeks
As you scratch at the mirror
One last time
You see how much she is like a mime
Your lips turn up in a disgusted grin
She's paying the price for your evil sins
You close your eyes and ,well,
She does too
Because this she
Is also you