Staring into the reflection, searching to see past the doubt and pain
Threads of illusion fracture and fragment the surface, marring the image no longer recognized
Pain hurls into the shattered self, destroying the image of what was

Rain pours from the windows, soaking into the ground below unsteady feet
The image wavers, rippling in discord
Thunder resonates from within, making the soul tremble

Thick and pulsing, like a viscous river it flows
Weeping black courses over the image destroyed, pooling and spreading, poisoning everything it approaches
Unable to look further, loathing the anguished echo that has begun to fade
Despising the defeated inadequate identity, the black fires of hate ascending from within, blazing over the surface
Consuming until naught but black ash remains