Forever haunted by failure
I, the mirror, won't let them be
Contribution to their abuse, my only use
A once trusted faith, inverted
Defiled, beaten, molested
A deep fear to whisper in your ear
It will follow you in your sleep
You will feel it inside your dreams
Transformed underworld, tranquil without light
Blessed are the sins of the night (which father do you feel?)
A dark red shadow of hate remains
(Any arrogance begins to fade, for trauma will always linger, another weakling has been made)