Sipping my dark, bitter coffee whilst closing my eyes
to see the reflection of myself.
A man of shadow and ice in the mists of time
and space from a long forgotten place.
This dark milky chocolate brew, cutting me,
slicing me to the quick of my being.
A deep reflection of who I am.
Rich in mind and in spirit.
Death but the absence of life
while life the craving of death.
Mirror after mirror surrounding me
in a prison of eternal of damnation.
Reconciliation, but a badly worded jape.
Inward I move, falling in a realm beyond
the inner reflection.