Cold and grim, I touch her face
With shaking hands and tear-soaked cheeks.
Angry, sad, and hate misplaced
My troubled heart beating weak beats.
My reflection on the gleaming blade
Shows something less than man--
A shade, indeed, a haunting shade
Has become all that I am.
These thoughts no longer truly daunt...
I accepted fate long ago.
But still, one eerie question haunts:
Who are you and why do you stare so?
--C.R.E.
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