You look into your shaded reflection,
Only seeing half your face covered up by strings,
Who am I?
You ask,
Who am I?
You look in your reflection once again,
Seeing half your pale face untouched,
You see your gray skin,
Your knotted hair,
Your black robe,
Who am I?
You repeat,
It feels like your flesh is rotting away,
You look into your reflection once again,
Only to realize that you are holding something,
A sharp,crimson,metal object,
With your bony fingers wrapped around it,
You feel cold,dark,and numb,
Who am I?!
You scream,
"Why,don't you know? You are death." |
