Do come out from the shadows brother dear,
That I might gaze upon your loveliness.
Your visage holds the truth that others fear.
They run to hide from their own ugliness.
Sweet mirror, mirror on the monster face,
Reflections of my soul is what I see.
Your flesh, my self, transformed into disgrace.
Be my abyss and look back into me.
I cannot stare enough to fill my need
To know, to see, to be. What must I do?
Oh slash me, cut me, maul me, make me bleed –
Strip flesh off from my face – let me be you.
The horror as I watch these gashes seal!
This wretched curse, by evening I will heal.