shattered memories, drifting through the mist of stolen clairvoyance, like glass scraping steel,
With blood drops crashing upon the fractured surfaces like crashing stars raining from space,
Desperately looking to rest from the endless void they travel
To create a maze that only the restless would dare to get lost in
the sharp corners, jagged edges, tear and scrape, the walls unforgiving as they slowly consume you
The souls of the lost sing your last song as the fog of madness consumes your sanity
No end in sight as the stench of stained blood brings swollen eyes
As you look from a distance at the sheet of glass, a neutral light glimmers from the distance
Closer you come, the sooner you see, whether your soul sees the fires of hell, or the holy light of heaven
Bring to life that light with no sense of justice
Do you see lunatics howling at the moon, every night they wander, squandering their meager lives, dangerously trying to seek out a fragment
Or does the light shine through the glass casting a silhouette upon souls reflecting desiers through all this agony and hurt,
the same shining brilliance that their hearts, match the tones that the lost sing?
I'll probably do more later, but that's all I got for now
