Us

  Look at you: I can see the evil in your eyes. Even your own mind betrays you. Look at your hands: The misdeeds they have commited still lay etched in every crease. Your smile speaks nothing but deception, your lips scream the lies. Surely you must know what you've done to me, what you've done to them, what you'll continue to do. Is there no stopping your madness? The sin seeps from your pores and tarnishes everything it happens to touch. With the grace of a finger, you stain it all black as soot. The most delicate flower withers under your cursing stare.
 There is no hope for you now. You're gone. You've done too much. There is so hope of salvation for what you've done. You have officially crossed the line. Don't look at me, don't touch me, don't pretend that you're a good person. No matter how hard you try, there is no going back. May the conviction of your soiled soul tear you apart every day, without cease, for so long as your miserably pitiful life shall hold. We both know that's all that you deserve.
 Mirror, you have broken.