I'm trying to see the world
Through these glasses
But I just see
My own reflection

All these glasses
Empty around me

This vessel has a name
I hear it all the time
I?
I hear it all the time?
Who?
I'll let the thought pass
wait
where did the thought come from?
Thoughts?
Whose are they? Oh yeah..
mine... mine...mine?

At night
this body falls to a thin mattress
on this wooden floor
a lone cornered lamp
set to the tone of gloom

this vulnerable mind
retracts with a cringe
as the pattern retires
to fuzzy static

The filth it crawls
from my brain to the walls
a slow burning
ill tempered
panic.

and as I lay in bed
partnered with this troubled head
confusion is my lover
and cuddles in close

just what am I?
Just what is this?
what mask will I wear
when the sun wakes me?

The glass was broken
long before
it hit the ground

the rust made home
on the metal fence
before it stood

my childhood hair
so soft and fair
was always white
and dead

this beating heart
and warm flesh
will find the earth
and feed the roots

impermanence
the greatest gift
without ending,
without loss,
appreciation
and love for life
could never be

Another sleepless night
filled with morbid memories
And sorrowfull moments

The only aid comes from
Gazing up at the bright night
At the buring souls
Or myths of old

But aid is only temporary
Soon the monsters approach
And the bright light dims

The only cause for my sorrow
Is my self
For i have lived a sinfull life