There was something in the mirror,
When I looked into it today,
Something else in the mirror,
What it was, I shouldn't say.
I only caught a glimpse of it
As I was passing by,
That something in the mirror...
Well, I'll try.
I was a dark and mean,
Hard, it seemed,
Sharp, and cold,
Twisted, and old.
All this in a flash to see,
For, startled, I looked again,
But the only thing in that glass to see,
Was the familiar face of me.
But certain I am that it was there
Like walking down a thoroughfare,
Lost in one's own mind,
Startled, you look up to find
The one who called your name,
But your eyes alight
On no-one to take the blame.
Though certain you were
That some other soul
Had gone and called your name.
And like then. I now am sure
I saw a demon in the mirror there,
I saw a monster in the mirror there,
Some evil thing in the mirror there,
This morning when I passed by.
And so like then,
When one's name one heard,
Something in that mirror stirred,
And though I have not seen it since,
And likely again will never see
I am ever sure I saw
That devilish thing in the mirror there,
That hateful thing in the mirror there,
There is no worse thing one can see,
I am certain that it was me.