The Blinding Threshold

I am transformed A shapeless artifact of myself long gone There are fragments in my mind of who I once was But the memories are obscured by regrets By apologies I'll never have the chance to make My eyes no longer see them Faces and shadows of those who have gone from my view The weight of all I've seen blurs my vision These eyes are not my own I don't see myself in the mirror I do not recognize this image Past or present These eyes can't be my own I can't see myself in the mirror I cannot recognize this image Past or present