Bloody Mary

Look into the eyes of glass
Gaze upon the ugly mass
Question not what you see
Simply stare, let it be
Then it takes shape and form
To become what is norm
Now speak the words and wait
To see if the other takes bait
If so, if not, tis no loss
Tis a decoy, for the boss
You look behind, nothing there
Look down with frightened air
That which you call and seek
Has summoned only for peek
Then with gaping twilight
Fixed upon the kiss of night
Such shallow graves are these
For whom you tricked and tease
Vengeance sweet, murder true
It all comes back on you