They stand at the back of each other, but still complain of misperceptions
Little did they know that only their reflection might look in their direction…
They say, ‘hell is other people’, but a glimpse of paradise is seen through the windows of the soul
I couldn’t find peace in myself, so I created a dummy disposed to play the game of life
More attracted to shattered pieces than mirrors
Agony was the reason of our drives, since only sorrow stirs florescence
Rather than in your arms, I find comfort in your shadows
Name me Algol, since my soul shines pompously in hell ‘rows