Creeping Reflection is another introspective look at the monsters we hide beyond public scrutiny. Should we ever tear away our expressions and look at the tortured creatures lurking in our subconscience, we may not want to wake up in the morning...

The creeping fear washed over me like a delicate wave of spiders, each pinprick a cryptic note in terror. My pulse hammered, a pounding rhythm from some distant choir. Sparks burst in my eyes, a shot of whiskey from within. No longer could I subdue this fury, the panic of reality breaking apart. Staring back at me was this face, a sinister reflection of consequence, lifeless in its grim masque. It was time now. I was going home. As my screaming heart whaled, its weathered hands reached for me, a clutch of hair through shattered glass. I should have listened. I should have atoned for my sin, my earthly failures and arrogance. I am gone now, a mere fragment of the wreckage I created. The colors turn gray, a burnt flash of white, now dark... Long live the bitter king who entered into politics.