Turn around and its always near Shadows of a broken mirror About, you face, or right behind Having little faith in mind You turn around and run to hide From the silhouette inside Jagged reflections start to overtake you Fear, anger, and sadness are in its brew And when it finally envelops you whole All Hopes will force you to fall down that deep hole
Sciamachy: the battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow All my fights and battles aren't even in the world, they seem to be all in my head, but are just as real if they weren't. Just trying to make it more tangible as to not lose my mind once again.