I’m finding myself stuck on the wrong side of the mirror,

Slowly becoming the reflection,

Slowly losing control,

A character built from my imagination is coming to life,

Purging all I’ve ever been,

Turning it into lies,

I can see it crumbling before me,

As his tales shape,

Twisting the very arms of reality to his whim,

All while the wicked beast watches on,

Biding its time,

Slowly growing closer,

Stealing my everything,

Stealing his all,

So it can become!