Mirror, Mirror on The Wall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
To you I call
Staring into your soul,
The name you will repeat,
Hold your breath, long
Enough to gasp for air,
The feelings chilling to the bone
Your heart begins to pound
With every second that passes,
When she appears, you feel death
She screams and you sink into a dark hole
Covered in blood and a face of rotting flesh
She captures your soul.
Bloody Mary, oh bloody Mary
Come to me in this dim lit life
When all is said and done, you feel overcome
Your heart racing, sweat beading on your brow
Your soul no longer belonging to you
But a dark evil that goes unexplained,
That is when you realize you are
Never alone again.
Forever more the mirrors haunt you.
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