Mirrorland

As Diamonds scattered in the dark, from the black side of the maleficent glass

Nocturnal eyes reflects in me-the Mirrorland

Spellbinding whispers, enticing songs of Sirens, to the rythym of my enraptured heart

so the blood pounds ragint through my veins, to the prepetual pulse of dark

Now ice-cold fingers ticks my flesh, like frozen caresses by the dead

When the final corperal breath within my lungs I breathe with ease

So close the door behind my back-unmask reality

Reveal the secrets of thy heart-oh Mirrorland

In thy embrace, I shall not fear, though the temporal tempt will never blind me here

Into thy open arms, thy chaperon warmth, my disguise will fall.

From the heaving darkness i behold, myself on the other side of the glass

In flesh and blood, an empty shell of memories

As a statue fazing back at me, a photographic mirage

A reflection of me still in his hollow eyes, frozen in time

I turn my head and walk away, throughout my darkned inner maze

Through veils of memories and dreams, frozen to ice inside of me

But as I walk this narrow path, I see that everything is glass

Like mirrorwals surrounding me I can not flee!

Thick fluid fog, fused with the dark, as vreils of blackened diabloic art

with mailicious strength, as an entity, as an invisible noose, it tries to strangle me

So warm , the embalming caress through my skin, and withering body

Snuffed by the flickering fingers of death, A bloodtasting gust of graven aroma

sweet upon my lips-(as I taste)-the other side

The kiss of death, like poison through my veins every breath like claws inside of me

In the living shades a face appears, I can not move, but my gaze is crystal-clear

A grin upon his bloodless lips reflects within the darkness of my eyes

Through doors, where behind the unknown hides

searching places to the puzzle of my life

Through the black meanders of my mind, through dreams and time

Forever more my soul will crawl, within trhe corners of mirrorwalls

Trying to flee, to escape from dark, but I am trapped within the endless halls

I walk away from my reflection, but the shadow of me has engraved itselff on the glass

Etched in the black secret side of the door to the unknown, inside dreams

In Mirrorland-forever more.