I stare at myself in the mirror. It's stillness and silence mocking. I smile and it smirks. Such violent silence as we stare at each other. Staring at pure psychosis, ripping and tearing at our reflection. The sickening, purifying, hatred. Claws at the glass. The eyes never move, the stare is never broken, for he knows that I am him and he is me, and we are the mirror.