Not me
When I look in a mirror
What you see is not me
For that which is me none can see
What I see if a face
Near driven to tears
From an ungodly hast
To hide from our fears
From fears of the night
To fears of the day
I am driven to flight
With not even a say
To an ungodly form
Of a demon reborn
To the dieing storm
Of the vengeful scorn