The Looking Glass

Marching through the storm Taking up arms against the night Erasing sense & losing form Without sight there is no right Judging the world from my podium Sitting up high away from sympathy I've lost all my empathy I wrote the book on abysmal insights Wandering from east to west Invited into the world as a guest Visiting without a visa Reading the works of Tesla Driving through the universe Venturing through the galaxy A requiem was erected to all of man's travesties Traversing from light to dark & all its spectrums A specter looking back at me from within Projecting fears into the mirror Reflecting truth found within My reality found within The mirror of my imperfections.