The feeding frenzy of my starving soul, gnawing voraciously at the bones,   the exo-skeletal patchwork protecting my own reflection within;   The twin-and-same engaged in the mirrored act of chewing away   at the shell of my attacking self. The paradox unseen      Treacherous this deceit to make no choice matter   To have and yet lose yourself, until finally all reasons why are forgotten   To live through ones own shadow. Mute and blinded, is to really see   Eclipse the golden mirror and the reflection is set free