Cold

This is a “guess what I am” riddle of sorts. Hope you like it.

I see the pale hand

And it looks so cold

All it’s life is drained

Yet it hasn’t truly grown old

The bright red lips shine

Hide teeth not made for men

Forever life is thine

Pathetic life on forced lend

I see the grey eyes

And the curly brown hair

A cold heart beating

A soul not there

The two little red dots

On the base of the neck

I look at my own image

And the image slowly fades away

You were right if you guessed “vampire looking at himself in the mirror”