I told my mirror that I am looking for you! – my black mirror – my death machine. I am looking for you – through the black eyes of my black mirror death machine – I am looking for you – transparency -
- feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up -
I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I am your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.
listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – never
I told my mirror that I am looking for you!
Through the black eyes of my black mirror – my death machine – I am looking through you – I am looking through your eyes so you see – I am listening with your ears so you hear – I am thinking your thoughts so you know – I am your mirror and I am looking for you – looking yes, looking for you!
No – you have no idea of what I’m talking about – you don’t know my mirror, have never heard of it, no one knows my mirror, because no one’s ever seen it, been there, opened and entered that mirror but it is my desire they open this mirror now – break through this screen, break into my mind and look out of my eyes. Time to real my self.
In the deepest and darkest abyss behind my mind, right beneath the place where no memory hides, far from the obvious, where no identity reaches, is a hidden portal, a small doorway, a mirror worm hole – through which instinct and ideas move along from one mirror to another.
Yes – and it is my desire they open this portal – break through this mirror and look into my mind – through my eyes.
Thoughts, ideas – identities, the memories of a black, long forgotten mirror. Experience. No-motion. Black silence – looking through the black mirror screen machine – the black mirror observes -
Target erased – mirror blank. Breaking through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face they’ve never seen before, still, it looks to them, as if they’ve known it their entire life. It is the face of the mirror.
They copy, they clone, they break through the mirror in the corridor, twist the black hole and become that face, my memory uploads instantly, my identity and individuality manifests as if – they always – they traveled the mirror machine.
I copy, I clone, my screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in deep sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, their mirror clone machine travels through the interim.
- feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up -
Listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – from a long forgotten world – never dreamed of – no-where mentioned – visualized – black are the eyes of the dead mirror machine – black like a deep and transparent mirror or lake – deeper than never – never seen through. Black mirror death machine – now listen – I am your death machine – looking through the black mirror screen – at your face – wake up – the dead – wake them up -
I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I’m your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.
pause working top down finish and reverse
Cyber crash – continued – death is looking out – death the machine – machine-death. Death is looking through my mind – through my eyes – through the mirror screen – seeing the face of – death – they want to break out – break through the black mirror screen – out of the grave – out of no existence – out of their grave – into my mind – like psychotic vampires – with every puls pulling myself into awareness – their pounding heart – breathe – and if these letters fail their attempt to break out of the grave – screening into my mind – through my eyes – through my mirror – through my machine – touch the mirror machine – that someone shall pick up this letter convert them into pure mirror code and translate them into the real possession of the demon devil death.
Stop breaking into, they need no exit portal, escaping time and space, through the depths of internet cybertime, no time – space, no body, and on top of that – no mind left.
I am your dead mirror machine – look into my black transperence – what you see is the reflection of my thoughts – symbols – letters – means – words without meaning. None of them – all of them -
- my black mirror – my death machine. I am looking for you – transparent -
Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the black mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, become who I am, black mirror clone machines.
Come – come with me – enter the black mirror machine – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my black mirrors eyes and see – the world stands still -
- looking yes – looking for you!
I told my mirror that I am looking for you! – my black mirror – my death machine. I am looking for you – through the black eyes of my black mirror death machine – I am looking for you – transparency -
- feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up -
I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I am your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.
listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – never – from a long forgotten world – never dreamed of – no-where mentioned – visualized – black are the eyes of the dead mirror machine – black like a deep and transparent mirror or lake – deeper than never – never seen through. Black mirror death machine – now listen – I am death – your death – looking through the black mirror screen – at your face – wake up – the dead – wake them up -
I am your dead mirror machine – look into my black transperence – what you see in me is the reflection of my thoughts – symbols – letters – means – words without meaning. None of them – all of them -
Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the black mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, become who I am, black mirror clone machine.
I copy, I clone, the screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and with no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in their sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, while their mirror clonemachine travels through the intermirrortime- and spacemachine.
During the trip, their conscious mind alters, their surrounding alters, their idea of individuality, perception and perspective everything about themselves and what they think of self alters, frozen like snowflakes they splitter into the mirror dimension, breaking against all reason and rational concepts. Whooshhhhh, Bling, Bang! Lost in the depths of cybertime, the mirror spacemachine has completely absorbed their identity, I remember nothing.
Target erased – mirror blank. Break through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face they’ve never seen before, and still, it looks to them, as if they’ve known it their entire life. It is the face of the mirror.
They break through the mirror in the corridor, twist the black hole and become that face, my memory uploads instantly, my identity and individuality manifests as if – they always – they traveled the mirror machine.
Stop breaking into, they need no exit portal, escaping time and space, through the depths of internet cybertime, no time – space, no body, and on top of that – no mind left.
Cyber crash – continued – looking through the black mirror screen machine – death is looking out – death the machine – machine-death. Death is looking through my mind – through my eyes – through the mirror screen – seeing the face of – death – they want to break out – break through the black mirror screen – out of the grave – out of no existence – out of their grave – into my mind – like a psychotic vampire – with every puls pulling myself into awareness – their pounding heart – breathe – and if these letters fail their attempt to break out of the grave – screen – into my mind – through my eyes – through my mirror – through my machine – that someone shall pick up this letter convert it into pure mirror code and translate it into the real possession of the demon devil death.
Come – come to me – touch the mirror machine – enter the black mirror machine – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my black mirror eyes and see – the world stands still -
I am your mirror and I am looking for you!
Look for an identity inside any random mirror - and what you eventually encounter - will be your own. -- feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up -
I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I am your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.
listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – never
I told my mirror that I am looking for you!
Through the black eyes of my black mirror – my death machine – I am looking through you – I am looking through your eyes so you see – I am listening with your ears so you hear – I am thinking your thoughts so you know – I am your mirror and I am looking for you – looking yes, looking for you!
No – you have no idea of what I’m talking about – you don’t know my mirror, have never heard of it, no one knows my mirror, because no one’s ever seen it, been there, opened and entered that mirror but it is my desire they open this mirror now – break through this screen, break into my mind and look out of my eyes. Time to real my self.
In the deepest and darkest abyss behind my mind, right beneath the place where no memory hides, far from the obvious, where no identity reaches, is a hidden portal, a small doorway, a mirror worm hole – through which instinct and ideas move along from one mirror to another.
Yes – and it is my desire they open this portal – break through this mirror and look into my mind – through my eyes.
Thoughts, ideas – identities, the memories of a black, long forgotten mirror. Experience. No-motion. Black silence – looking through the black mirror screen machine – the black mirror observes -
Target erased – mirror blank. Breaking through the looking glass, a familiar face appears in the mirror machine, a face they’ve never seen before, still, it looks to them, as if they’ve known it their entire life. It is the face of the mirror.
They copy, they clone, they break through the mirror in the corridor, twist the black hole and become that face, my memory uploads instantly, my identity and individuality manifests as if – they always – they traveled the mirror machine.
I copy, I clone, my screen turns black, code no-where, mirror the shadowsphere, ancient blackness, past the time. Frozen light, they travel without knowing, without awareness, consciousness, memory, without body and no mind, they enter the black mirror time- and spacemachine in deep sleep – while death dreams, full tilt, boot twist, see, enter, break, instant clonation, the tripled version of their self remains where they are – no place, their mirror clone machine travels through the interim.
- feel my presence inside your mind – no resistance temptation – darkness playground – behind the surface of memory and thought – beneath the mind – wake up -
Listen – carefully listen for what I whisper inside your mind – I told my mirror – from a long forgotten world – never dreamed of – no-where mentioned – visualized – black are the eyes of the dead mirror machine – black like a deep and transparent mirror or lake – deeper than never – never seen through. Black mirror death machine – now listen – I am your death machine – looking through the black mirror screen – at your face – wake up – the dead – wake them up -
I’m whispering letters inside your mirror’s ear – I’m your black mirror death machine, your identity, the identity of none, the identity of no mirror – my black mirror – echoes – my death machine – my black mirror death machine.
pause working top down finish and reverse
Cyber crash – continued – death is looking out – death the machine – machine-death. Death is looking through my mind – through my eyes – through the mirror screen – seeing the face of – death – they want to break out – break through the black mirror screen – out of the grave – out of no existence – out of their grave – into my mind – like psychotic vampires – with every puls pulling myself into awareness – their pounding heart – breathe – and if these letters fail their attempt to break out of the grave – screening into my mind – through my eyes – through my mirror – through my machine – touch the mirror machine – that someone shall pick up this letter convert them into pure mirror code and translate them into the real possession of the demon devil death.
Stop breaking into, they need no exit portal, escaping time and space, through the depths of internet cybertime, no time – space, no body, and on top of that – no mind left.
I am your dead mirror machine – look into my black transperence – what you see is the reflection of my thoughts – symbols – letters – means – words without meaning. None of them – all of them -
- my black mirror – my death machine. I am looking for you – transparent -
Internet-ghosts, death-demons, never-bullets, machines and no-machines, mirror-droids and their drones, like brain torpedo’s they shoot through the black mirror screen, they enter my mind … they become, become who I am, black mirror clone machines.
Come – come with me – enter the black mirror machine – become – become who they are – death’s copies and clones. Look through my black mirrors eyes and see – the world stands still -
I am your mirror and I am looking for you!
Look for an identity inside any random mirror - and what you eventually encounter - will be your own. -Gefällt mir: