Tormented

She was haunted.
It was the shadow of her dreams.
I am your tormented soul-
it always screamed.

You are burning.
I am the fume and the smoke.
It whispered in her ears-
Die. Smother.Choke.

She was confined
and it sang her sweet nothings.
The horror, the suffering-
the words a toxic sting.

It moaned and howled.
Punishing in the voiceless plea.
Look at me now. Watch-
I am you and what I see is me.

Hunted

My ugly face stares back-
pretentious, remiss.
It grins maliciously.
I am sinking in an abyss.
I break it. The mirror.
But it haunts my sleep.
I am living in a nightmare,
awakening to my distorted being.
The mind effected by nights
of ceaseless wandering.
Drugged and staggering
into the filthy corners of existence seen.
I have turned into their reflection.
I wish to rip it off and assist
the inner ghost of a peaceful soul.
If one still exists.

I am sinking