You chase me through the alley,
Through the depths of my temple,
Clone my every edges, crowd person in one people,
25 years paces still on track from behind,
One second ahead through the cracks of my mind,
Ghost of the future’s past stalking my every present,
Merry-hex man’s burning up noodles trees,
The shape of my soul like the clouds behind suns.
Voice behind the scenes,
Voice behind the curtains,
Voices prithee incense,
Till a shadow doth lay still.
Down secret street by the driveway of shame,
Sink every ease on a seaway to enflame,
See the weeping cupboards wearing pretty bone,
Empty rooms in crowded house, one man’s clone,
Bugs of confession creeping in the rust,
Take away the stole, oh confessor bites the dust.
Floating in my heaven,
Walking with my hell,
Stalking every Time,
Behind the mirror windows.
