goingsleepyy25
If the mc described his life:
A reflection greets me, shadowed and near,
Clings like frost, ignites my fear.
Not myself, yet achingly real,
A phantom's grasp I'm forced to feel.
The mirror chills; the silence hums,
A prison forged, escape undone.
Its clutch is iron, relentless, tight,
Stealing my breath, my will, my fight.
I cry to the void, plead to the night,
But silence mocks my fragile plight.
A fractured dream, a splintered scream,
A horror woven through the seam.
chains.
The glass consumes, the shadows gleam-
A nightmare laced with waking screams.
I stare, undone, into my twin,
Its hollow smile, my hidden sin.
And as the mirror takes its toll,
The last I see is my own soul.
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This is my first story so please ignore the common errors and support.