.... Sin ....

The house of a thousand mirrors! Blood, dripping from the corners of my eyes Intently I glare Reaching out within the stillness.... Rippling waters, about a face That I can no longer recognize Voices calling out Vague to my ears Is it there or is it here? Melting forest.... Stepping, unto the other. side Mystical in this pagans moment I look around Blood, dripping from my fingers Once again, I have arrived.... Silence amid the laughter Growing nearer Suspended in time Further I go Deeper, into the unknown Atop the reflections, of this surface The current, of these tilting tides.... I walk among the procession In the house of a thousand mirrors Blood, dripping from my tongue Is it here or is it there? These raging rushing waters Of this, darkened turning sky.... Standing, within the silence of the stillness Rippling colours, of carnals taunting Rising, amid the crimsons waterfalls Now, dripping from this heart In the house of a thousand mirrors The mirrors, of the ever, poisoned mind.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .... Sin!