something turned and changed in me
a few days ago that i could visably see
not just something that i saw in my eyes
but a thing i havent seen for a very long time

a face that i know from the mirror before
the face that i dont want to see anymore
the one with my eyes that really arent mine
where three different colors seem to entwine

the face of this thing that carries a scowl
and never is able to release its own brow
shooting looks that could kill with only a glance
and defying anyone who dares take chance

with words that are sharp, short and precise
that cut through the air and continue to slice
like razors of steel they cut at the skin
inflicting damage again and again

this is the monster that i have seen before
the one that hoped that i could ignore
the monster i know that i once was
again seems to be the one ive become