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

 Treacherous 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