Part 1: Unfamiliar Face
An unfamiliar face is reflected off the mirror
As she wonders what went wrong.
The corruption and disorder inside eating away is now visible.
What was once a young child
Filled with life,
Is now a hardened shell.
Hair is tangled and out of control,
Eyes are tired and powdered drugged up red.
Body is bony
And cuts engrave her wrists.
Empty eyes stare in dazed
At the mess that has become.
Part 2: Faceless Blur
Walking past the mirror, once again is she
Only what is seen is a faceless blur;
No featured are distinguishable or clear.
Part 3: Lost Reflection
Her hands upon the mirror
Searching for her lost reflection.
What is wrong!?! What is happening!?!
She can feel her skin
And pull her hair
But still all that is reflected,
Is the opposite side of the room….
And empty soul has been lost.