That monster stares at her,
Looking at her in the mirror;
It's this that she hates,
It is this that she fears.

That evil thing stares,
Straight into her soul;
It knows the monster locked away,
Just waiting to implode.

Into a gruesome grin,
Its mouth slowly curls;
A subtle warning to what is found,
Locked in brown jaded swrils.

Locked behind his eyes,
And this legacy he wrought;
She is afraid of her reflection,
And the demons these eyes have brought.

A daughter cursed with father's eyes,
To carry on a legacy of sin;
The kingdom of Hell has always,
Been run by the Devil's own kin.