I have been staring at my reflection.
The dark pits of eyes that stare at damnation.
Future, Past, Present; all one compilation.
Futility, Pain, Sorrow; visioned respectively.
Smirks of my demons flashing consecutively.

Behind the dark pits resides the darkest of horrors.
Creatures brimming with mirth at mine demise.
Orchestrating failure with the alure of marionettes.
All these swim within my horrified reflection.
I wonder;
Am I my reflection; Or my reflection, me?
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