Deep in the corners of a shadowed mind.
There are cracks on every wall.
Here in this room, there is only silence.
With nothing but a cold touch.
Over here there are spots.
Over there, there are streaks.
There are cracks appearing everywhere.
The walls, the floor, the ceiling.
The cracks are spreading further and further.
All to the point of shattering.
The glittering light falling into my eyes.
The light, the light has shown itself.
But once it contact it hurts.
It is fake, it hurts on contact
I know do to the liquid that flows
Reaching towards the scattering glass rain.
To the source of this light I finally see.
With these t