Up in Smoke

He found himself in the opaque resin of a brass two hit.
Never thought to look there before.
And he didn’t like what he saw.
No.

(chorus)
When self perception blows through the smoke, and shatters the mirrors,
So that the reflection, once singular, now numbers in the hundreds.

And as he was subject to the scrutiny of his own eyes,
hundreds of times at the once, he felt the most oppressing sense of disapproval.
It was all he could do to stop everything.
Stop.

(repeat chorus)

It was like a dissection. An invasive procedure.
He saw the waste at the core.
The remains from the flames, repugnant.
Disdained. Ashamed they were his all.