My sister came on into my bed

Complaining loudly about the voices in her head

She cried and she cried and she cried

But the devil talked and he spoke and he tried

Until she snapped

And my sister was no more

Instead stood shaking by my bedroom door

Was a moonlit figure waiting for life

Staring deeply into a steely black knife

I glanced at her as she did to me

And so her eyes spoke "will you set me free?"

And so i picked up the knife in its steely doom

And found myself in the doorway of my room

Where once was a door, a mirror stood instead

Glinting faintly and painting my eyes red

It makes no sense, how could it be

Perhaps The monster in the mirror really was me ?

- see ya