In-between the spiral that surrounds
I hear distant solidifying sounds
A life set in stone
A life lived in a distorted monotone

The clouds they devour
I am sodden from their acidic shower
Melting my skin into elasticity
No escape from the complexity

The hairs on my hand
Vertical they stand
A look in the mirror, nothing there
One last look to know if I care

Shattered into submission where insecurity shines
Around my frame the fragmented fury entwines
I cannot laugh, I cannot speak
Motivation has become antique

The fading glory shimmers to a tepid stream of unsympathetic solitude