The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones, the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within
The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen

Trecherous this deceit to make no choice matter
To have and yet lose yourself until finally all reasons why are forgotten
To live through ones own shadow, mute and blinded - is to really see
Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free