The Black Glass shields my view
And protects me from the unknown
But in doing so it leaves me ignorant.
Unknowingly I continue,
Surrounded by the obsidian night
I rely on the sound of my heartbeat
And the fog to deceive me.
When at last I find peace,
The sun rises and spreads its wings
But only until the night returns
And I am trapped again by Glass.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
The Black Glass shields my view
And protects me from the unknown
But in doing so it leaves me ignorant.
Unknowingly I continue,
Surrounded by the obsidian night
I rely on the sound of my heartbeat
And the fog to deceive me.
When at last I find peace,
The sun rises and spreads its wings
But only until the night returns
And I am trapped again by Glass.
