I saw the devil in the woods when I was a child
Alone on a path of pale whispering trees
Then it appeared as a mirror
It appeared in the mirror
The sun felt cold beneath their shadows

Creeping in beside me
Paralytic disruption

Manifestations exit through the eyes
As a projection
That will inhabit a reflection

Fear is the old one who makes us do terrible things
Fear is the old one untouched by time
Fear twists and turns carving lines in the mind

You can’t look away, as it draws in close
You howl out in pain as it rips your flesh from your bones
They crack and tear, they snap and break
Trembling, as you plead, “I see through it”

I see through it