I stand before my own reflection, this overwhelming state of mind.
 scent of sweat, rising, as I aroused depict;
 This creation that is I.

 With bloodshot eyes, a glimpse of what I used to be;
 reference. My stomach turns in disgust.

 I was born in deceit, a realization present, though untold.
 Before me lies the remains, shattered.

 As these maggots crawl along my veins, oh, I embrace my arousment;
 My pupils expand and burst.

 Armed to the core, with chills and a yellowish eye growing from ny neck.
 I belong, no longer to the race of which I've sworn to loathe.

 Increasingly aroused, in fear, and gathered curiousity I observe the reflection;
 Rays of unseen black, floating into sight, leaving me blind.

 In total awareness, a scent, [bad word] of my every twitch; I am alive.