Nightmare

Hollowed eyes,
Burned skin,
Bloody hands,
Hateful screams.
My own eyes look towards me,
Piercing my skin with my glares,
My own mouth forcing the screams that haunt my thoughts,
My own bloody hand gripping my throat with a tightening grasp.
As i look into my killer's eyes,
My own hollowed eyes,
Pure black and empty of whatever soul or sanity I have left.
The sympathy that is absent would be the only comfort in my unforgettful, unforgiveing death,
And yet,
I find nothing to comfort me as my breath slowly grows scarce,
And my heart stops its beating.
I will be the death of me,
Realize that I'm alone in my fate,
In a hushed voice the distorted figurine says,
"I am you. And neither of us will be here tomorrow. You're just another stain on the face of humanity,
And you don't deserve the life you've led. This is your end. Say goodnight."
As I awake from another night's terrifying sleep,
I can still feel the hands gripping my throat.
I can still see his hollow eyes and scarred skin,
Every single time I look into the mirror.