In the mirror, I see blank eyes.
The monster inside me,
a demon, a shade on fire, I burn all that I touch.
Bitterness, rage, loneliness, regret,
it chokes me when my deeds are done, yet
I will never be sated. Not truly.
The monster inside me
pulled my shade back from the Styx
to throw stones of scorn
as Charon's Ferry drags me to...