There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
With black circles around his eyes,
Pale skin, messy hair, and doesn't look well-groomed.
His skinny body covered in a bad fashion-sense.
He looks daunting.
Nay, he looks into nothing.

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
An unfamiliar face i never saw before,
Dark brown iris surrounded by stained white around it.
He's just looking at me, i'm not even sure what he wants.
Does he need help?
Does he do that just because?

There's a strange man staring blankly at me.
Cold, like a rifle barrel in a gun point.
Sharp, like a 5.56 millimeter waiting to be fired.
And yet his eyes, doesn't spark anything.
His face is flat and emotionless.
No intention to kills but showing no mercy.

There's a strange man
Lives in my mirror.