Angela & The Mirror

behind my eyes 

another dimension 

taps me on the 

shoulder, sad, 

fearful, alone.

I turn to my
portal. a blood-rush
fear stares at
itself, at ME. 

my life-vein fabric
surrounds me with
firey red fear.

gathering my image
for the taking a
voice whispers to me,
"come out and play."

"do I know you," I asked.
"your face is strange
to me." 

"you know me 

all too well,"  was 

the fizzled reply. 

"touch the mirror
and step into your
night-tide."

slipping sideways
through my mind's
doorway I asked, 

"what shall we play?" 

staring with
faceless fear I
pleaded, " where
did you go?  I
cannot see you."

no one was there.

in breathy silence 

I spun back
and peered into
the mirror.  

weighing the image
cocooned in black
I gathered my face
for the taking: 

and from kindled lips
I hissed to the
captured voice,

"you won't go ANYWHERE.

come out to
play!"

text by rick burnett baker

wardrobe by sandra azwan

model dewi joko

art director julien hakym 

Angela & The Mirror

behind my eyes 

another dimension 

taps me on the 

shoulder, sad, 

fearful, alone.

I turn to my
portal. a blood-rush
fear stares at
itself, at ME. 

my life-vein fabric
surrounds me with
firey red fear.

gathering my image
for the taking a
voice whispers to me,
"come out and play."

"do I know you," I asked.
"your face is strange
to me." 

"you know me 

all too well,"  was 

the fizzled reply. 

"touch the mirror
and step into your
night-tide."

slipping sideways
through my mind's
doorway I asked, 

"what shall we play?" 

staring with
faceless fear I
pleaded, " where
did you go?  I
cannot see you."

no one was there.

in breathy silence 

I spun back
and peered into
the mirror.  

weighing the image
cocooned in black
I gathered my face
for the taking: 

and from kindled lips
I hissed to the
captured voice,

"you won't go ANYWHERE.

come out to
play!"

text by rick burnett baker

wardrobe by sandra azwan

model dewi joko

art director julien hakym 

4

4;

F I E R C E

Don't just played by rule. You're the ruler, the pencil. Strike it and go!

O R I G I N

Like a butterfly.., beautiful and enchanted. Like a passion, ideas! Freedom. From the beginning, to the end of our life.

U L T R A

Electricity and bubble. Words combine and so it goes.

Sick and tiredness, crying like a rivers flow.

Watching, shock, watching, shock.

R A V E N

There are heaven's door waiting for you to knock. Go, spread your wings and fly. 

4

4;

F I E R C E

Don't just played by rule. You're the ruler, the pencil. Strike it and go!

O R I G I N

Like a butterfly.., beautiful and enchanted. Like a passion, ideas! Freedom. From the beginning, to the end of our life.

U L T R A

Electricity and bubble. Words combine and so it goes.

Sick and tiredness, crying like a rivers flow.

Watching, shock, watching, shock.

R A V E N

There are heaven's door waiting for you to knock. Go, spread your wings and fly. 

Fierce . Origin . Ultra . Raven TOMORROW!!!

R; R A V E N

"Believe what you see..."

Fierce . Origin . Ultra . Raven TOMORROW!!!

R; R A V E N

"Believe what you see..."

Johnny wants to play with me ?

Owh.., Johnny!
Please don't start it!

Johnny I said no!
NO!
You m*****f*****!

Please don't!
I hate you!
I just hate you so much!

Johhny : I AM SORRY ???

WHATEVER!
GO AWAY!
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