For centuries I've wandered
Across terrains of betrayal, stretching with no surface
Disregarded I sweep the regions of denial,
Forgetting my intent
Slumbering wounds of despair are revived,
Stirring my truculence
I recall my reflection was deprived,
Leaving me shadowless
I shelter in the breath of the unreal
Defective with my face torn aside
I shelter in scopes of unreal
Retaining days of how I derived
I shelter in scopes of unreal
Surreal
Visions of the neglected amplify
Turning in progression
Rediscovered mirrors of scorn multiply,
Summoning my reprise
I reshape into my form of sinew,
Gaining my savagery
Sliding on oceans of bile I pursue,
Seeking my replica
I shelter in the breath of the unreal
Defective with my face torn aside
I shelter in the breath of the unreal
Reaching the verge I decelerate,
Pacing down I note a shape on the brink
As it clarifies I recognize my eidolon quietly waiting,
Waiting for me
To render
I shelter in the breath unreal
Spawned to misderive