Из альбома: The Ophidian Trek
The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously
at the bones,
the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection
within;
The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing
away
at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen
Treacherous this deceit to make no choice matter
To have and yet lose yourself, until finally all reasons why
are forgotten
To live through ones own shadow. Mute and blinded, is to
really see
Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free