The world will end in morrow,
And the mirror will cease to exist
Our reflections are not our own
But of a voice engulfed in mist
Direction-less we walk in disguise
From one being to another
These stains of yesterday linger on,
And then fade away and wither
Into the hollow of our thoughts
And be made in shards to cut deep
To the empty space of our Mind
And all the dirt we try to keep
There is no somebody else,
And there will be no different world
This land is yours to keep
To wear wilderness of love and hurt
One might find end in demise,
But there's no end when you're alive
You can close every door with walls
But you'll still be opened up wide
To see everything that is blind
And feel all that is hollow
For you'll be loved in pieces
And that riddle will always follow
To count your stars in heaven
And make your place in hell
'tis where your solitude lies
And 'tis where your wings fell
As an ocean betrays your pain
And waves crash in your conscience
To find yourself in fraction
As you struggle between god and science
Back and forth as you suffer
As you make an oasis by your tears
To drown away and be forgotten
And disappear before one can hear
The noise of life.