This feeling Out of space out of time again I have watched, I have seen you there Ignorant of my scrutiny Ignorant of my screams

The corporeal existance that chains me. Your touch, I know , you sense it too. Through the grey of the mirror one breath away

I see I feel Never the same I cry I scream I am held in these chains As I dance in despair A Dance for the dead And I dance , despair. A Dance of the dead

I list and I moan my world is a reflection of yours Lacking warmth An abhorrant dimension The torture of my inability Trapped in the wrong side of the mirror