X-Ray Mirror Voivod

Tunnel seems so long
Touching the bottom
A slim reflexion
Punctured my vision
I didn't notice
Beside the last door
Standing on nothing
There was a mirror

Even inside... scrutinized
I am, he is, the face I hate, hate
Refracting cells and prismed self
Who's X who's Y in a blank place, place

I can't believe this is my image
Like the mirror without a frame

Baring a scarred side
Open in daylight
Recoil and reply
Farside of my pride
The introspection
Ruptures the blood core
Magnification
Draws out the mirror