In the mirror I see
A reflection of me
But unable to recognise
And unable to perceive
Once a saint
Now a sinner,
I see a man
Who is more human
I see my past
Lurking behind as a shadow
I see my present
As the silver lining of my soul
I questioned the reflection
“What have I become? ”
And it smiled and said
You are what you were meant to be.
—Archangel