This image in the mirror.....

Blank and sorrowful she stares.

All the beauty in the world,

but she does not realize.

Blinded by the demons that torture the soul,

it’s a battle just to feel alive.

The sun no longer shines, it’s only darness that exists.

There is no sight of light,

only creatures of the night.

Thirtsy for blood,

the blade etches the skin.

A tingle...

A shiver....

A  forever familiar feeling.