.... 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....
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.... Sin!
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