I stare into the cold dark eyes of the beast, it stands motionless waiting to lash out.
Its fangs glisten, its claws bared.
No one knows what goes on in its mind, but I know.
I feel it's breath descending around me, I feel it's rage surging through me.
I feel its pain and its lonliness overtaking me.
It's waiting for the time to right before it makes its move.
I dare not turn my back on the beast, and it dare's not turn its back on me.
When I move the beast moves.
I stare into the beast's dark chaotic soul and the beast stares into my own.
The beast's thought are a mystery, to all but me.
No one knows the beast better than I, no one can.
Others have tried to get into the mind of the beast, but each one has failed like the one before.
The more I stare into the eyes of the beast the more it stares into mine.
Wraked by feelings and emotions beyond the beast's control the beast is tortured by the demons within.
As I stare at the beast I slowly begin to realize, the beast is the man in the mirror staring right back at me.
