Would you hold my hand?
Would you hold my bleeding hand?
Gently
So none of us get hurt
I would never hurt you

His eyes said it all,
He didn’t trust me,
He didn’t trust the blood that seeped,
He never did trust me,
At all

Why I was just an innocent little girl,
My eyes had nothing to hide but snakes,
My skin had nothing to hide but blood,
I guess that’s why he didn’t trust me
I was cold blooded

He didn’t trust me after years,
But on the first night we met,
God knew he was in for it,
When we met,
At the mirror
Yes
At the mirror

It was midnight,
I had lost all concept,
Of the father,
And I sat underneath covers,
I pleaded they covered my mind,
As well as my fragile body
But they didn’t
And my mind was open,
For all to see

He came to me,
Knocking at the clear coldness,
In front of me

He smiled,
And caressed the cold with his gloved hands,
I could see the snakes in his eyes,
And the blood pool

Little girl,
I see we have not met
My name is Echo,
And yours?

I stayed silent
He knew who I was
Didn’t he?
Did he?

Oh my dear,
Do not be afraid,
Of what is in the mirror,
Come forth

Come forth?
What was I?
His servant?

I will not come to you
I glared at him

He smiled,
And hissed like a snake,
Silly girl,
You are not my servant,
No not at all

Then what am I to you?
A weakling,
Prey?

He smiled and took off his glove
Revealing bloodied fingers
He spoke,
I am you.
I am your bleeding hands,
Your snake eyed stare,
Your left side devil
You

And he left it at that,
Walking away,
From the mirror,
From the coldness of my isolation

I was left to ponder,
Why he was here,
Who he was,
And most of all,
Who I truly was