Is distorted in the glass;
A mirror to my fate.
Waiting for the time to pass.
But if each shard contains the whole,
Why does this all feel so hollow?
Close my eyes so I can’t see,
I’m walking on broken glass indefinitely.
Every face feels so far away;
Starry eyes become transmogrified.
Don’t say goodbye, but keep me at bay.
Zone out to white noise; tough-talking boys.
Shard by shard, I walk through shattered doors.
I’ve got my guard up so I won’t get cut.
Solve et coagula, suffering does not go unignored.
Set my sights on who I can trust in due time.
Dichotomy and alchemy never appealed to me until now,
These days it’s all I think about.
It’s the way of the world; distorted glass.
And now I’m desperate to pick up the pieces of the past.