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.