Through the broken looking-glass of my eyes
I watch the unflagging thorns ahead on my path
My fallen mind tries to forsake
This frame submerged in cataclysm

Sinking in the treacherous tides
Of my river of lamentation
Despised to suffer in

This garden of hard feature
Unconcerned faces watch my decay
A final impulse to fall

The seducing kiss of schizophrenia
Wrapped in arms of neurasthenia

As the serenity offers me its farewell
The undesired aura of disappointment owned my being

A sudden motherly embrace dressed my waning soul
And like a tiny orphan my heart did cry in arms of perdition

Lost is the war for my sanity
A fading shade that once was me

Uneven was the collision against myself and bitter was the rain that alighted upon my face