The Cursed Collective - Mirrorfolk

Smoke in the glass, face not yours, Step through the shimmer — you’ll lose what’s sure. Mirrorfolk move where the lies take hold, Trade your soul for a mask of gold. Shatter-frame phantom, fracture of skin, Reflections grin wider when the real wears thin. Glass-cut grammar, I glamour the speech, Every word’s warped where the shadows reach. Barbed in the looking-glass, tongue turns two, One face false and the next face true. Cipher in the silver, smoke spills lies, The man in the mirror got a stranger’s eyes. Glass-grit grammar, glamour grip grin, Gleam ghost gaze where the lies begin. Fractured faces flicker, frame-by-frame, Falsehoods form with a mirrored name. Smoke in the glass, face not yours, Step through the shimmer — you’ll lose what’s sure. Mirrorfolk move where the lies take hold, Trade your soul for a mask of gold. Smoke-spun syllables, split-screen seam, Slip in the silver where the shadows dream. Echo in the edges, eyes untrue, The copy cuts deeper than the blade can do. I whisper through glass, I weave your shape, A counterfeit cry in a shadow-draped cape. My mask wears you while your breath grows thin, The copy keeps living when you can’t begin. Smoke-born syllables, split through seams, You doubt your own hands when I fracture your dreams. I steal your reflection, I steal your name, And leave you a husk in a hall of shame. Shiver-shine syllables, shattered in spin, Cipher-spells circle where the glass pulls thin. Mask-mouthed mimic in the midnight moan, Every line’s mine till it’s not my own. Mirrorfolk move where the rhyme folds back, Double in the dark till the soul turns black. Glass breaks once but the echoes remain, Rap that reflection — it repeats your name. Smoke in the glass, face not yours, Step through the shimmer — you’ll lose what’s sure. Mirrorfolk move where the lies take hold, Trade your soul for a mask of gold.