Looking in the mirror, facing everything I fear.
Myself. Blank eyes, looking through the mirror.
Wondering why I'm here.
Questioning everything in the sight, rethinking is this really right.
Just waiting for the sky to turn night.
Somehow that's when it feels most light.
Bright, blinding. Conspiring.
Into the night time.
Darkness binding.
Monsters crawling.
From the sky falls a sacred letter.
Eyes of a predator.
The eyes glowing red in the dark.
Frightened. Your pounding heart.
The thrill from the chill.
Designs of eyes in the hills.
A sly warning to dodge the dart.
Or ignore it and take an arrow to the heart.
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