Its pieces lay peacefully on the ground.
Splattered across the countable infinity.
Why bother asking that question?
The mirrors speak well the language of another.

They say eyes are like
windows to the heart.
But yours are ever blind,
And mine are ever lost.

Cover, cover, cover you eyes.
They took it, they got it, they gave it.
Cry, cry, cry 'way your lies.
I heard it, I got it, I love it.

Eyes, eyes, eyes in my life.
She saw it, she smiled at it, she did it.
Blind, blind, blind all your life.
He took it, he got it, he gave it.

Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere to hide.

Haha
Haha
It makes me insane
It makes me cry
Is it a joke?
Is it a song?
I guess we'll just never know

Oh dear
Oh God
I've stopped existing
I've stopped living
For long as I breathe it aches
For long as I live it pains
Reset, reset, now please

Haha
Haha
This is all so boring

Haha
Haha
This is all pointless

A child's playing
A happy ending
(I want to just end this *)

A grieving lame
A crying kinda fame
(I want to just end this *)

Oh, oh
Can you cure this kind of despair?
Can you fix this kind of despir?
It makes me insane
It makes me cry
Can you?
Can you?

The reason I feel this kind of pain, oh oh
The reason I feel this kind of way, oh oh
Is only because I have seen what else there is
Only because I've seen too much

Is it a joke?
Is it a song?
Crying ever on,
Holding the shovel in my hands, shaking

For long as I breathe it aches
For long as I live it pains
Who cares about ethics?
Who cares about morals?

Haha
Haha
What does all of this mean?
I wish
I wish
For all life to decease!

Words sometimes don't make much sense,
But linguistics is not my field of study.
Vividly and unusually. Picturesque.
Remember to stop drinking coffee and take a look around.

Beaming, effulgent,
Glaring, blinding.
From which lens burst that overwhelming light,
Showing the world all that is made of colors?

They say that windows are beautiful.
Elegant, truly, and crafted with mastery.
Especially the stained-glass windows,
They shatter so easily.

I looked up from the ground today,
While I was biking by the fields.
And I saw those flourishing crops,
and the sun warmed my face.

"This is going to be the next big hit!"
They say, among other things.
But if you stare too long at the distant treeline,
Then who's making sure that the you are walking on the right path?