Reptilian serpents crowd her crown Whispers and shivers down the spine As I spy through the looking glass All that is mine.
I tremble to see Myself in eyes of obsidian black βHole I dug myself, here to swallow me whole βLot, vacant, panicked visage of a gorgon Is but my own mare in the night.
The fear, it creeps in serpentine waves Crashes into my tumbling breath As I search for a light between the shadows For a reason to escape my prison of living death.
I ache to scratch This infernal psychosomatic tic βtock of my unwinding mind βlest the stone takes hold And the cold reaches the bone.
Into the eyes of Medusa I looked and saw myself and nothing else And I fled before the reptilian being Seized me.