I wonder through your empty caverns looking for a leg of hope

Stuck now in the wretched pool of lost souls and trapped dreams

The cries and screams that echo off the walls of this dreary place are almost real

As if they are parts of my mind acting of their own accord

And maybe that’s it, maybe I am more than me

Maybe there are several of us in this hole, this place of the lonesome

But all I feel is me as I walk through the darkness

All I see is faint glimmers of my own reflection on the glassy walls

and mirrors in my mind

and maybe that’s what I’m meant for, a brief moment of solitude in the ever changing garden of glass in my head

and in my sight I see me, over and over again exactly as I am

a broken down hopeless scab of a man scratching at the door because he’s afraid of the truth

and I try to let it in, try to deal with the knowledge that has been set before me

But I cant and I wont! I won’t put up with these lies!!! I don’t look like that!! Not me! Not little perfect me!

So I kick and thrash and break the glassy garden, shattered dreams are all I saw anyway!

I hate you you liar! I pick up a shard and slash at the reflections I see

I cut at them over and over and over and again, until I see a hurt and bleeding sight

Not until then do I realize it is me and the only thing I’ve cut is my own flesh my own face

And I fall to the floor of this cavernous hole, this hall of shattered hopes and dreams,

This place of lonesome, this place of hate and loathing,

And in this place I fall to the ground and sleep.