Watching from between the blinds, dark of night
    Fight not flight
Morphing figures from mere shadow and clutter
  Eye for an eye
Conspirators working in unison bump, bump, bump
  Wait for it
Not quite a coward I'm tolerant to fear
  There, right there!
Mannic sorts of confusion,  used to feel some queer
  I'm only kidding just go back to bed
Black holes looking back between stripes on the mirror
  I know I know its all in my head
They used to say that reflection was me
Jaded mess of mass corrosion set in
a soul without beauty
A man without friends
Long journey before me
Alone until the end