Towards the Gate - Soul Demise

Ageless during self-intoxicaton

Chaotic and loose the authority I’m under

Carried by the clouds of thoughts

Towards the gate of being

One’s own flesh and blood

Disfigured by light and shadows

Mirror’s power represses me

Exposure in a soft way

To receive this division

An eternityfor time to pass by

Pleasure instead of womb fruit’s course

A climax but not the wise seed

The price of dwelling twosomeness

Unappreciated, burnt, the true self

Neither realized what is real

Nor am I untouchable

Intoxication by sweet sounds in my head

Shall never end, shall never pass away

The second self was born thereby

I’ll never miss the mirror’s image

Towards the gate

Disfigured by light and shadows

Mirror’s power represses me

Exposure in a soft way