Mirrors (The Devil) – Lyrics

Mirrors (The Devil) – Lyrics

Mirrors

I just crossed the line
With graceful movements
I saw the evil in my eyes
In the mirror monuments

Fear screamed from the mirror
A fear I couldn’t believe
A fear so mysterious
A fear with no reason to be

Walking forward, with no direction
I immerse myself into dimensions
Looking for answers, asking the questions
Nobody is there

I have nobodies’ attention

The corner of the room
With white walls that turn black
That is the place where the fears start to bloom
Once they are in, there is no turning back

Blinded with blasts of paranoia
Penetrating my eyes
It gives me feels of euphoria
A feeling that I have to hide

Forcing the throat
To scream away the fears
Until the bleeding comes
Until the ears cannot resist

Terrorizing howls enter through my mind
Then they turn into images of horror
And through my eyes pass by
Black, gray, and red are the colors

That kill the soul inside

Everything started that morning
While staring at the mirror
I found another face

And it wasn’t me
It was the devil.


I Remember

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“I remember the blood on the walls. The painting on the wall, it was her, the maiden with the black dress. It was her gaze, her black eyes that looked at me. The red was everywhere. I can’t forget it. I was laying on the floor, anxious and paranoid. And then, I saw hell on the tv screen.

I rise myself  and go to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror and my face wasn’t there. It was the head of an animal, with two long horns. My hearth stopped. I couldn’t look at the mirror. I didn’t wanted to see my inner demon.

My thoughts were rising. Everything was a spiral in my mind. Then I saw a letter that said that sometimes I hallucinate. That my mind was gaining control of me. The tears dropped on the letter. I felt guilty without apparent reason. All I knew was that the letter didn’t lie. Someone special sent it to me on my last day of transformation.

With such innocence, anyone can tell you the truth. That these were my last days of mental freedom. I became colder with my loved ones in one way or another. Since that day, people who knew me didn’t looked at me at the eyes the same way. Yet, I can see my weakness in their eyes. As if I lost a game and the consolation price was isolation.”