Deceived by its evil ways, I
Walk alone in a shallow grave,
Hallucinations of angels guiding
Me to heaven, but alas.

The sight of this creature
Obstructs my path, its
Beauty both blessing and
A curse, with none of my
Emotions of fear rehearsed,
For my final performance I take
A bow, the demon applauds.

Its darkness is obscured,
My vision is restored but
Just a reflection of myself
In the mirror, I am the black