Tunnel seems so long
 Touching the bottom
 slim reflexion
 Punctured my vision
 I didn't notice
 Beside the last door
 Standing on nothing
 There was a mirror

 Even [bad word] 
 I am, he is, the face I hate
 Refracting cells and prismed self
 Who's x who's y in a blank place
 I can't believe this is my image
 Like the mirror without a frame

 Baring a scarred side
 Open in daylight
 Recoil and reply
 Farside of my pride
 The introspection
 [bad word] the blood core
 Magnification
 Draws out the mirror
 Seeking me out
 What will he find?

 I am, he is, a repugnant state
 I can't shake this curiosity
 My privacy starts to fade
 I can't believe this is my image
 Like the mirror

 polar exchange
 He gloating over my fleeting image
 He used to be me
 He knows who is free
 How long will I wait...here
 Stuck in this void place...here
 I can't believe I am the immage
 Within the mirror
 Into the chrome lake
 The glass is broken
 But I look the same