Through broken glass

How can I see through the broken glass of my dream?
Nothing left but the certitude of a fear
I dress in black visions tonight
As for once I know you won’t shine anymore
How can I see through the broken soul of my demons?
Memories carved in time can’t heal our reclusion
And I still hold on my darkest eyes to hide
The fractured senses of my aspiration.
Hate me, break me, scream for me, but just feel me
There is nothing I can do to cut the spell now
How can I see through you?

—-

5.4.2005

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