Madman In The Mirror

I've seen the future,
In my dreams.
The skeptic vision,
Entranced me.
Those falling stars,
Crashed on the earth.
And melted the earth,
Of the dreamers at work.
I'm laughing harder,
At the reaper now,
And riding faster,
From these broken vows.
It's on my lips,
On the tip of my tongue.
This sharpened sword,
From the mouth of the Son.
Madman in the mirror,
Trancing his presence again.
Watching his soul depart,
And filled with shadows within.