I don’t know how much I remember.
Of that foggy morning of December.
I remember looking out of that frosty window,
Staring into the cold dreariness of the snow.
I didn’t want to, but I know I will
Just like yesterday, it was another day to kill.
Suddenly, I see this man, standing behind a tree
With his bloodshot eyes, he was looking at me.
Poof and he stood in front of me, in a blink of an eye,
Escaped from my throat a silent panicked cry.
My senses tingled with danger
And I asked him “ Who are you stranger”.
He looked poor and thin,
he said with a sly grin,
“ This I can’t tell myself,
Why don’t you have a look for yourself.”
And as if struck by a curse,
his appearance became worse.
His face distorted to an unimaginable proportion.
So much so, that it looked like the devil’s apparition.
I stumbled back with fear,
But he kept coming near.
So, close that I felt his breath on my face,
And I felt my worst fears starting to surface.
I looked into his eyes
I could see his plans and thoughts, so evil
that they could only belong to the devil.
Suddenly everything starts to fade away,
Leaving me shocked and on my feet to sway.
He stood there in front of me, like before,
The same poor face, no more no less.
I couldn’t make out of what just happened,
Could only stare at him,muscles flexed and brows tightened.
And then it dawned on me,
The reality made me want to flee.
Can this happen, is this possible,
or is this some twisted miracle.
As i had just realized
To utmost horror
That i’ve just been staring at the mirror.