Tunnel seems so long 

Touching the bottom 

A slim reflexion 

Punctured my vision 

I didn't notice 

Beside the last door 

Standing on nothing 

There was a mirror 



Even inside...scrutinized 

I am, he is, the face I hate 

Refracting cells and prismed self 

Who's x who's y in a blank place 

I can't believe this is my image 

Like the mirror without a frame 



Baring a scarred side 

Open in daylight 

Recoil and reply 

Farside of my pride 

The introspection 

Ruptures the blood core 

Magnification 

Draws out the mirror 

Seeking me out 

What will he find? 



I am, he is, a repugnant state 

I can't shake this curiosity 

My privacy starts to fade 

I can't believe this is my image 

Like the mirror 



A polar exchange 

He gloating over my fleeting image 

He used to be me 

He knows who is free 

How long will I wait...here 

Stuck in this void place...here 

I can't believe I am the immage 

Within the mirror 

Into the chrome lake 

The glass is broken 

But I look the same