Moor Island

Mirrorland

As Diamonds scattered in the dark, from the black side of the maleficent glass
Nocturnal eyes reflects in me-the Mirrorland
Spellbinding whispers, enticing songs of Sirens, to the rythym of my enraptured heart
so the blood pounds ragint through my veins, to the prepetual pulse of dark
Now ice-cold fingers ticks my flesh, like frozen caresses by the dead
When the final corperal breath within my lungs I breathe with ease
So close the door behind my back-unmask reality
Reveal the secrets of thy heart-oh Mirrorland
In thy embrace, I shall not fear, though the temporal tempt will never blind me here
Into thy open arms, thy chaperon warmth, my disguise will fall.
From the heaving darkness i behold, myself on the other side of the glass
In flesh and blood, an empty shell of memories
As a statue fazing back at me, a photographic mirage
A reflection of me still in his hollow eyes, frozen in time
I turn my head and walk away, throughout my darkned inner maze
Through veils of memories and dreams, frozen to ice inside of me
But as I walk this narrow path, I see that everything is glass
Like mirrorwals surrounding me I can not flee!
Thick fluid fog, fused with the dark, as vreils of blackened diabloic art
with mailicious strength, as an entity, as an invisible noose, it tries to strangle me
So warm , the embalming caress through my skin, and withering body
Snuffed by the flickering fingers of death, A bloodtasting gust of graven aroma
sweet upon my lips-(as I taste)-the other side
The kiss of death, like poison through my veins every breath like claws inside of me
In the living shades a face appears, I can not move, but my gaze is crystal-clear
A grin upon his bloodless lips reflects within the darkness of my eyes
Through doors, where behind the unknown hides
searching places to the puzzle of my life
Through the black meanders of my mind, through dreams and time
Forever more my soul will crawl, within trhe corners of mirrorwalls
Trying to flee, to escape from dark, but I am trapped within the endless halls
I walk away from my reflection, but the shadow of me has engraved itselff on the glass
Etched in the black secret side of the door to the unknown, inside dreams