Resting fragments of glass towards the hole Drawing the wooden floor A border grotty shadowed Disguised in gloom Illuminative window It would just be a piteous hand Reaching for devious rays Only the shifting moons Penetrate and taunting me Vast extensive ruins that arise from severity inside How could it just be? Their is certain weight that anchors unrelenting in nerved flesh Inside the absentia of sanity It is somehow clarity It is somehow tragedy Almost lunacy of apathy In normal dwell and living Beyond all help Illuminative window Fragmented glass below Reflecting nothing but the incident Resting fragments of glass towards the hole Drawing the wooden floor A border grotty shadowed Disguised in gloom Illuminative window Reality not projected But just made clear in blur In one instant of light That appeared and just lingered Like the time could not breathe anymore Like a suffocation of the continual line of being It leaked from the caverns inside of me The source that clasps the brush with its skeleton fingers Standing in front of its sick canvas and surveying it through my eyes Affixing arbitrary to dispensing its powers The control of a human mind Inside the absentia of sanity It is somehow clarity It is somehow tragedy Almost lunacy of apathy In normal dwell and living The embodiment of a marionette I am That sees just one thing That covers it all but reflects it too well My weird face It is my face The mirror Still hiding too much Starring morbid and deranged Through the void which caught this sight Beyond all help My weird face It is me Vast extensive ruins that arise from severity inside How could it just be? Their is certain weight that anchors unrelenting in nerved flesh It leaked from the caverns inside of me The source that clasps the brush with its skeleton fingers Standing in front of its sick canvas and surveying it through my eyes Affixing arbitrary to dispensing its powers The control of a human mind