The Devil’s Mirror

I stare into the mirror, but it doesn’t stare back.
It’s just a void, pulling me into black.
Faces twist and vanish, but I can’t let go.
The reflection’s gone, but it’s all I know.

The whispers call my name. They’re always near.
Every glance I take fills me with fear.
I hear the lies, the secrets they keep.
In the shattered glass, I find my soul asleep.

The devil’s mirror, where the truth hides in shame.
It’s a war of the mind, but I’m the one to blame.
Every step I take, I lose more of myself,
chasing shadows, running from hell.

And when the reflection smiles back at me,
I feel the weight of eternity.
I’m trapped in this frame, can’t break free,
but I can’t stop staring–it’s the only reality.

I reach for the edge, the glass cracks and breaks.
The demons within come crawling, awake.
But it’s too late. The mirror’s gone.
And I’m left with nothing but the silence that’s long.