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Passing by a window
I glimpse a face inside
a face I know too well
from which I always hide

A frightening glare
and fangy smile
appraise my fear within
yet it lures me closer
all the while
with that wicked grin

I can feel it feeding
with me inside its thrall
trapped into a corner
thrust against a wall

Haunting me always
no escape
no solace I can seek
It hunts me down
rips me open
drains me til I'm weak

My screams shatter its spell
I know what I have seen
The window is a mirror
the face inside is me.