• Your face painted upon the wall of my dreams,
    Depicted as a lost object,but the location is known,
    Our bonds seperated by uncertain fate,
    Changing for the best, and yet the worst,
    The pleasure of emptiness, becomes my whole,
    Screaming to the heavens, For my flesh to be healed,
    My flesh broken, like that of a shattered mirror,
    My screams fill the air, With tourterous moans,
    Calling for my savoir, to rescue me from this burden,
    But given a master, to control my life,
    When will it end?, When will I learn?,
    The answer is always written in question,
    A question which leads nowhere..., but to the end of time...,
    Thrown from a ship, but with no raft,
    Like a baby who has no crib, what supports me?,
    The indeciency of my creators?, or the pleasures of independence?...,
    What makes me free?, the money I earn?,
    Or my cardboard box on the street?...,
    My promise to you..., now given to her...,
    Trust... both gained and lost, 1=1 but 1 /= 2,
    But the question is... Where is the other one?