A Vampire’s Reflection

I see nothing,

No vision,

No substance,

No soul.

I am nothing

Without my exterior,

Because I am empty inside.

All I am

Is what others make me.

I mold myself to

Be exactly what they want,

What they need.

But there is no me

Underneath.

I have spent so long

Wearing a mask,

Believing the mask,

Becoming the mask,

That the mask has

Melted everything

Underneath.

Like a vampire

With blood upon

Its lips and death

In its eyes,

My true reflection

Shows nothing

Because there is nothing

Beneath to show.

I am just an

Empty suit of skin,

Wrapped around

A column of hot air.