eh, this is some of my older work. it's not as visually stimulating as my current stuff but i still like this one. my life is written on this glass, surround me, everything i've ever seen, felt, thought everything i thought i forgot, the more i try to fix, the more the imperfections shine my flaws stretch the line where things are hard to define, can push and press but it's no better and no less, my demons press me to the glass, whispering in my ear, "i know your fear i know what you've been hiding all these years," my skin starts to sear my every sin blatantly clear, the only thing shattering here is me, cease what i've come to be i never meant to be this way, this miserably stunning display, of clear woe and sin go on and tell me i cannot win, feel the arrow pierce my skin, take from me what you wish, i am in no position to fight, shine that light, expose my weakness, this i confess, the light shines through me, there is nothing of worth inside what's the point in trying to hide? i am too afraid, farther from myself i've strayed, into the dark i know so well, away from the life that calls to me, i am praying only to be set free, my condition continues to worsen, forgetting it was me i put my trust in, i pushed myself so far from you when all you were trying to do was put me together again, i've taken myself apart, shattering sections of my heart, i've tried to search my soul but only found myself less whole and less in control, i am so numb, i cannot feel myself, am i fading so fast? no suprise, i knew i would never last, i try to seperate myself and see what you see but i only see the quit in me.
