Twisted image in the mirror,

a horrible monster has taken my place

twisting my heart with fear.

I have been changed during the long night,

made horrible, demon-like,

fear pierces me like a knife cutting deep.

My face is long and misshapen,

my nose is squashed and off-center,

my eyes are unevenly set.

This creature cannot be me,

I was beautiful once,

I'm sure I was, this cannot be me.

But the light in the eyes is mine,

the thought that flows through that brain,

the long and artistic fingers are me.

How could this have happened,

I am no longer beautiful and pure,

I have been tainted by the darkness of the world.

It has taken over my soul,

has run over in a pooling tide,

and the old me is gone, this is me.