the mirror redone

Looking in the Mirror I gaze at my reflection, seeing the scars within, each battle fought inside as a war I can't win. The allure of the blade whispers a dangerous song, yet reasons to carry on, where I truly belong. In the depths of my eyes, a shadow takes its form, the underestimated spirit, ready to transform. What keeps me from breaking? What reason to pause? I could sow chaos, rewriting all laws. A pending apocalypse, turmoil in my chest, the aftermath of my struggle, a personal quest. I bring chaos and nightmares, a story so stark, like other creatures lurking in shadows, in the dark. Like Ramirez or Dahmer, haunted by the trauma, I'm wrestling with demons, surrounded by drama.