A Room Full of Mirrors Reflections of Fear (I Am)
Here lies the room where nightmares make their home,
Each pane a twisted face where shattered fears roam.
Reflective walls echo madness’s snare,
Mirrors hold the tremors of the soul laid bare.
Fragments of terror dance in spectral play,
Haunted visages in glass that twist and sway.
In every shard, a dark confession found,
Secrets imprisoned in a silent, glassy ground.
Echoes of dread in a mirrored maze,
Where sanity falters in the glare’s harsh blaze.
Glimpses of horror in each fractured view,
A pantomime of fear in a phantom crew.
Here, each reflection brings the night’s dark snare,
A room where dread’s reflections breed despair.