When you look into the mirror what so do you see? 

Do you see the real you? Or what you believe is the real you? 

Underneath this gown I fell nothing,

silk less feelings,

Vaniety fair from any sun,

warrior of Beauty

Where have I gone? 

to a fortress of Gloom

Not even death himself wants in, 

Black tip nails, 

plum bite lips, 

I close the doors to block them all,

the shodows of fear, the fear of failing

climbing over my soul

the darkness deepens

the stars brighten my veiw

irremovable makeup

land becomes a foe 

i become the next Fallen Angel

to this victimless foe.