It Stares Back

Searching eyes for signs of life. Staring at myself in black and white. As the corpse in the mirror stares back at me. Sleep brings only terrors and nightmares. If I found a reflection without me, would I have a place there? I can't live like this, but I'm not ready to die. Break free, lest the abyss consume you, You've found your way down a darkened path. Break free, lest the abyss become you, The way out gets dimmer every single day. Cut loose like some vestigial instinct; I can't cling to what's killing me anymore. The more I hate myself, the more I hate myself, the more I hate myself, the more I hate. Break this dead cycle, break this dead cycle. Splayed out on the table, dissected and unrecognizable, Locate all infected components. Laid out and cut open, ripped apart and brutalized, Stripped down to essential parts. Now, you will hear me! Heed my decree! I banish thee! Nevermore to be! Hear me, I banish thee!