Like the night,
Your insides are dark.
Your mind recedes into itself,
And not even you can retrieve it.
Such filth,
Such hate.
You are destruction.
You are despair.
The storm has built,
The anger spilling from your face.
Your eyes black,
Piercing like the blade of a noble.
But suddenly a sheen appears,
The light defuses.
The mirror shows,
Only me.
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