In this broken pool of glass, each piece reflecting different parts of your face. I’m bewitched into the forest I wander far away
Curled fingers embrace the edges lacerate into my bloody hands
Pain triggers a memory sculpture in dust Just before its devil stole it away the end of the world hovers in space Frozen like a picture trapped in the void Between forgotten futures and history destroyed a dream in the nightmare
Caught inside a paradox Having to surrender to treason the death of reason Real life liquifies into a mad dance with phantoms crossed