My eyes began to hate the light
Until it is consumed by dark.
Besides, the nightfall gives a slight,
Releasing its uneven bark.

I feel the tension outside.
The primal fear blocks my breath.
The mind had sensed a silent tide,
In which I dread to find my death.

My shaking hands abandon this
By forcing me to look ahead.
The mirror shows me the abyss
And grins, revealing who is mad.

The shards of mirror cut my arm,
Since someone's shadow wants to breathe.
I break it every day with harm -
It never ends, but grits my teeth.