An Instrument of Glass

a step against violent days
breaking through the floors
lose my face like shattering voices trapped through a distant past
fall without a doubt when you press against their youth
We’re hiding my thoughts until they dig too deep
Watch from the towers above lost in the sky
I caught you within the control point
sharp like matches pressing through crystal visions
damage oversaturated
memories conquer me through a lost escape
touch the faces from the hiding room
sickness driving deeper and deeper
I adored your past until it made you bleed
I adored your future while before it clenched me
through a cloud of separation the figures break like glass

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