paint my mirror black to erase me from its memory
I cannot stand to see myself in all my fear and pain
I stare at the uneven coat and try to forget me
for my sins and regrets have left my soul in shame
hidden is my ugly hate by the ghosts of my act
I start to ask myself what the use is to stay alive
my spirit weakens, waning into specks of black
though my grip tightens on my rusty-bladed knife
