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We believed in auto-aiming and happy-ends

We believed it is never too late

Perception worked as a warping lens

Locking me in a liminal state

I excuse my own doubt for the steps I take

I look back as if time would stand still

Deception - what if all is fake?

What if I never chose the right pill?

I quickly approach the frontiers of normality

Far beyond the point of all hopes forlorn

Not expecting no welcoming comittee

For the one they knew has been reborn

I spent my time weaving shadows in fading light

Freezing among the night-clad icy spheres

Unspoken question on my face I hid from sight

Wishing walls we once built disappeared

I don't want you to reply

Afraid that the drapery falls

And so I see

All is not the way I remember

Broken wings refused to fly

Reflection in my eyes was false

Too late to be free

Take my life's dying ember

Whoever painted the stars on the sky of coal

Later was tricked by their warmless glow

Same for me - under bare poles

I am carried by the error's flow

What if I drown under rogue waves of weathering,

Disintegrate with the star-ridden dust?

Would your eyes shed a tear for my lunacy?

Would you care if my heart turns to rust?