I wanna see through the mirror
I wanna pierce abstract form
I wanna see past the grotesque face
Staring back at me
What comes after image?
Who am I really?
I see the ghost of my past
In a photograph
In the Twilight of the Idols
My ideals slowly bleed
Startled by my own existence
I wonder what to believe
What comes after image?
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