I fear my own reflection
my eyes are darkened and neverending
Always absent in my dreams
do they still exist
'windows to your soul'
does it mean my consience is gone
an eagle with a crippled wing
does not try to fly all its life
a few short flutters
then simply waits to die
I hear but I haven't the energy to listen
Hand on my heart deep down I care
but further inside is an abyss
pour the pain over me
I will bathe in it's love
the lights cause writhing within my skin
the old lady inside of me yearns for them
many wise things come from her lips
by the time the sound comes out
it is twisted and cruel
I wish the windows would return
Then fall into my darkness
and I may rest once again