Still is the time Like a photograph But i won't remember this day Cleansed is my mind All seems null inside I want them to... Forgive me, for not knowing Bestow me safe shelter Before me there was nothing This skin underneath my nails I've always wondered where it came from But my memory... it's not what it used to be I can only gather small pieces Like clouds of black fumes Cuttin through me, piercing deep Like obsidian blades, soft and dense A drowning stasis, which i hold so dear It's a waking dream, unlikely plausible But at this moment it's all i can grasp Still, something feels shattered Consuming itself to a point of irreversible fragility My skin, my bones, my nerves and my soul... So frail A mountain made of glass And overlaying curtains From this cathartic slumber I will never wake So frail In a seismic rapture Now motionless In the rest of my dreams I was betrayed There is dust in my eyes And it lingers still While my body turns to sand It's a moment of clarity When all comes together Making perfect sence That couldn't be me... i was never there I was never here