I saw the devil today. I stared at me… the reflection on the mirror my own, but not.
I felt terror creep down my spine, my arms tingling as goosebumps became a cold sensation, and my ears as a feeling of the release of a squeeze palpably detached itself.
I felt power through my reflection as I saw myself lose my will to believe that I was in charge of my own actions. I saw fear creep into that other self on the other side and could see the hands of my own demons caressing my arms and ears with demonic fervor, making me tremble to my core.
I saw the devil today. I stared at me… my reflection, a reflection of a self defined by torment.
Could it be that what I saw was what I wanted? Is it a type of fate to see that which the spirit knows to be what we deny?
Could it be that what I saw is to become? Was it desire hidden in fear finally eroding denial for a glimpse at reality?
I saw the devil today. I saw me too.
