In a paltering mirror I see nothing, but a dying flame
Nefarious shadows, some as dark as a bloody stain
Reflecting the eroding essence of what I used to be
Evanescing, like my old humanity, but now I'm free
For what I am now is restricted, to the eternal night
Looking back I would pray, now I prey on with spite
Evading the radioactive burning from dawn to dusk
Choosing to unlive in darkness, that only I can trust
Tonight I will leech 'til sated, be they a naif, or witch
In the mirror the light has died and the dark is pitch
Outside I'll fly faster than a lycanthropic silver bullet
Now, in reflection, I can ideate a bloody open gullet
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