Like a blind man being left behind
Hiting every corner to make hurt
Left with a knowing of being not all right
And books and instruments to make that go away
In darkness - no reading can be done
In darkness - the scalpele cuts all wrong
I have been waiting for so long
Thorugh a mirroring shadow
Never surrender, so they say
But if every try makes the next one even faultier
Should there not be a point of saying ney
Puzzeling with my brain
Needles and alchohol to drain
Zip-sap-sow - there tomorrows go
I have been waiting for so long
Thorugh a mirroring shadow
In that cube of black where i was trapped
White would circularly saw and make me free
When death came to close, there you were
Spleandour of shine and grace
Transcending one of many a deaths
I was becoming all that i wanted
But lights still remains a constand in mind
Though eyes cannot receive any glow
I keep it to myself as an arousal fantasy
And bit by bit I start to to make myself a believer
