Turning
to look through the mirror to see
Whether or not
I still look like me
I see
with my eyes, that there in my place
Grinning, I stand
with black cloth on my face.
Singing
I spin with my heart in my ears
To see who it is
that mirrors my fears
I scream
as behind me
Of terrible vision
I, alien, find me
in horrible fission.
I am
but he's me
And each of us knows
That sometimes I'm not
and sometimes he goes.
Dreamer
sleeps within me now
Or sleeper dreams
I don't know how.
But days
I wake to find his trace
In memories of
the mirror's face.