In the dead of the night, I wake up,
My eyes dropped as I saw her
I wished I knew the Phantom;
She looked like me yet I barely knew her.
Wherever I am, she follows me restlessly,
Her presence is etched, to me
She smiles devilish when I look in the mirror;
Her smile doesn’t reach her ears, straining violently.
Like stuck to a broken shard of glass I bleed,
Her voice, defeaning in the silent night
She opens her mouth and sprouts venom;
Lets all by locked away feeling free in her greed.
She’s always with me, hurting me from inside,
My mirror around the bed is always covered
Yet when I wake up, drenched and tired;
How is her smiling face looked back at me, sighing?