As he stares at the mirror,
He finds another person staring back at him,
His body burns up with an intense fervor,
Who could this person be? He couldn't tell as the lights were dim,
He screams at his reflection that seems to tear itself apart,
The man in the mirror mutilates himself with a sick smile,
An hour is how long it seemed to take for the demon to reach into its heart,
It wasn't human of course it looked beyond vile,
With valves and veins that ran through it over and under,
Although out of its body it was still pumping,
It wasn't long till he notice the heart had eyes that stared at him in hunger,
Thunder roared and the dimly lighted room was lit by lightning,
Outside it started to pour intensely,
Inside he started to feel like he was going to faint,
His hands were wet they were both bleeding profusely,
Looking at the floor and the wall it looked like someone had just used it as paint,
He couldn't remember how he cut himself,
Trouble is he didn't even feel the pain of it all,
In an instant he ran to search for bandages on the top shelf,
The floor was slippery with his own blood that causes him to fall,
Knocking his head on the window sill,
He cracked his forehead wide open,
At this moment he panicked but still fought with a warrior's will,
Thoughts of how the thread of his life were woven,
An untimely death was what he didn't expect,
It all began with his freakishly twisted reflection,
Very sure that it had a deal with the devil or a pact,
Sitting up against the wall he faced the demonic vision,
Eyes red as rubies lit in its sockets,
The heart was jumping up and down ready to strike,
It had mouths more than any pants had pockets,
It's teeth were sharper than a guardsman's pike,
The mirror shattered into a million splinters,
Shattering with such force it was worse compared to a road accident,
Even after a few painstaking moments the pain still lingers,
At his moment of death he wondered what all this meant,
In a daze and utter state of confusion he could see,
The demon and its heart walking onto the glass,
The situation became worse now that they're free,
The closer they were the larger they grew in mass,
The stench of the demon was unbearable as it stood close,
He could clearly see now that it looked nothing like in books,
It then bent down to where he was and its tail tighten on his neck like a hose,
Gasping for air he grabbed on the demon's arm it's skin felt like hooks,
A smile so sickening made it's way onto the demonic figure's face,
Letting out a guttural laugh it stuck it's finger's into his chest cavity,
Ripping open his chest with ease like it was made of lace,
For the 1st time in his life he knew how it felt to be in agony,
To make matters worse the demonic heart drew near,
Saliva thick and laden around it's mouths,
The air was thick with the stench of his fear,
How was he to overcome this situation that kept going South,
The truth is he couldn't and he never had a chance,
Just as his vision faded he saw the heart jump into his chest,
The moment the searing pain started he went into a traumatic trance,
All he could do was just try his best....
In bed he woke up with cold sweat and he was shivering,
It was only dream yet it felt so real,
Even the pain felt so real that he almost started crying,
He even felt like going for a meal,
Deciding to change his sweat soaked shirt,
Taking it off and it was then that he found the unexpected,
He saw that his chest was still ripped and instantly knew why he hurt,
He stood staring at the mirror once again and almost fainted,
The demon was no longer there,
Instead it was just his reflection in sight,
At that moment details of his dreams were laid bare,
In reality he had lost the fight.....
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