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Within the shadows in a prism of thoughts

No memory of how I got here

I suppose I should tend to my faults

With intentions to make my mind clear

Wait an eternity for answers

The lingering silence, confirmation

A reassurance that there is no hope

Locked to shackles of desolation

Desperately fending for life, foreboding agony

Rendered meaningless, not just an illusion

Within unforgiving walls is where you will die

Locked within the house of glass and shadows

No sight of the sun

Run from what you will

Is there a chance in hell one can persist

Falling into depths of the unanswered

How could you possibly resist

Visions from within glass walls

Peering far into the unknown

Disparity from which reality

Nowhere to go

Peering far into the unknown

Disparity from which reality

Nowhere to go

Rendered meaningless, not just an illusion

Within unforgiving walls is where you will die

Locked within the house of glass and shadows

No sight of the sun

Run from what you will

Rest

Is the only thing I will ever achieve through death

Manipulation of the mind to transgress

Through a doomed and dreadful reality

Disgusted by the essence of who I am

We digress to a wretched place

Constant distress

Careless disgrace, self-inflicted

Constant pestilence

Ridden from this place

Bereaved, self-hatred

My image amiss

Rid me of this

Way bound to the house of glass and shadows

Bereaved, self-hatred

My image amiss

Rendered meaningless, not just an illusion

Within unforgiving walls is where you will die

Locked within the house of glass and shadows

No sight of the sun

Run from what you will

Is there a chance in hell one can persist

Falling into depths of the unanswered

How could you possibly resist

Visions from within glass walls

Within the shadows in a prism of thoughts

No memory of how I got here

I suppose I should tend to my faults

With intentions to make my mind clear