Quiet the noise

Mirror

I stand in front of a mirror
A person stands inside looking at me
I do not know that person

Her hair was a mess
Her eyes were just balls of red
Her hands covered in others blood
A smirk placed on her ruby red lips

She looked like the devil
She was me
I was staring at the devil
The devil who had made home in my soul
and I could never get rid of her

As I look at my hands
The blood was not there
I was looking at who I would become
I would become a blood-thirsty beast
A monster

Look at me and tell me you're sorry
'Cause one day it will be to late
And that innocent blood on my hands will be yours

Tell me you didn't mean it
Don't keep on stabbing me with that blade of yours
Don't torture me every night
Don't hurt me more then I already have been

My prayers had not reached you nor god
He had reached the devil himself
So watch out when I invite him in
'Cause one day you will break me
And you'll never be able to breath again

AN/ Ooh another one. I know they're bad but oh well.