a mirror you yet cannot see,
reverse the hands of the clock
to reveal behind the glass a secret.
Recollections of dreams now clash
wearing, building suspense now near
constantly all began to thrash
as your fear was all but eerie.
My mirrored body stood now weary
possessed, as my reflection was mine no more
would the rest be paranoid
and the rest be free
to bear my conscience
as if it was a dream;
to venture forth into the wilds
conquering lost souls that stream.
Was it the beast
as through the streetlight mist
as i was too so silent.
was it the consecutive night now lest
what i found beneath the glass;
the one that i saw, was me.