Windows

In through the pane is a glimpse of your world

It's a mirror to your soul, it's a mirror of control

Framed are the fragments broken by my self delusion

Each tinted shard is a fraction of my dark

Unchanged is the view but still changing with each season

A snapshot of a landscape, pinhole looks at heartache

Cracks slowly creak across the boundaries of reality

Try to hold it in but the walls are paper thin

Am I looking in or looking out

The illusion of my safety

Observations through the bars of my cage

Dust is mainly made of skin

But it sparkles in the sunbeams

Feel the shutters closing on my sanity

Cold seeps through all the holes that grow

Tapping on the see through wall

Skewed the point of view with kaleidoscope truths

Refracted light across the floor

Am I looking in or looking out

The illusion of my safety

Observations through the bars of my cage

Dust is mainly made of skin

But it sparkles in the sunbeams

Feel the shutters closing on my sanity

Am I looking in or looking out

The illusion of my safety

Observations through the bars of my cage

Dust is mainly made of skin

But it sparkles in the sunbeams

Feel the shutters closing on my sanity

Am I looking in or looking out

The illusion of my safety

Observations through the bars of my cage

Dust is mainly made of skin

But it sparkles in the sunbeams

Feel the shutters closing on my sanity

Am I looking in or looking out

The illusion of my safety

Observations through the bars of my cage

Dust is mainly made of skin

But it sparkles in the sunbeams

Feel the shutters closing on my sanity