The Alter (Re-Imagined)

Of a moth reborn in doubt Right or wrong, we can't account for what's been done And lack hope when we see only one way in the mirror Progressing like an absence, infecting, spouting toxins Eye repairs the thin veil, clouding reality So entranced like a moth to flame Unable to see clearly, I began insane, moth to flame My way to reveal the core of steel Collate and salvage before I crack Time to hook the substance and the surface Molded in her, I'm morphed into Something unrecognizable Am I even real So entranced like a moth to flame Unable to see clearly, I began insane, moth to flame An exile of the real Life waits to reveal the core of steel Of a moth reborn in doubt