The beast in the mirror

I looked in the mirror and what I saw was not me. Generally, my flesh does not splinter and tear. As if a great beast is bursting out in an attempt to escape from my soul that it has clung to. I can see an aura around myself in this mirror and it is not the one I was born with. My true aura is of good nature but this one that I see is evil and dark. It is as black as the night without the moon and stars. This is why I loathe everything about me. It is this dark mass of chaos energy that is inside of me. It twists my ambitions.and makes me think and do things that I once whould not. This thing inside of me is making me brittle and breaking me down into nothing. I fear for the end for I have seen it in the eyes of this great beast.