Here we are reflections of the preludes
Paradigm mirrors, secret interludes
Rest your soul where the shadows creep
Chrome memories, and dreams that bleed.
Now deeper into the mirror you sink
Drowning images, unnatural instinct
A little closer to the final sound
Darker screams of a lost cloud.
The departing sun through black rain
Hopeless memories, soft liquid pain
Now crawl from the paradigm of mirrors
Ghostly reflections, and dark vivid doors.
Symbols and patterns gather inside
Polished souls, faces that hide
Unbroken sound of glass with no surrender
Here we are a reflection in a paradigm mirror……
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