Light the lantern on the wall, it's
been awhile since I've seen
these spiders crawling through my veins.
I am ugly, and the world acts as my mirror.
So jaded from living
at pressured heights,
degraded my mental is thinning
beneath the moonlight.

I've got my precious reflection
in memory,
bet you've got yours too.
It all comes down to pasthood
because the future never grew.
Though surely am I,
my bones are brittle,
my eyes are ashen,
my smile uncouth.
I dress in masquerade as my
body shows my truths.
It's nothing I wish to see, nothing
anybody would will to be. But
at intervals I marshal the nerve
to feature my face, shed my shade -
unto the girl I roam.

It's only trouble and pain, this I know. Abandoning
my hide away to be hurt in encore, but in no regard
I'll travel this dirt path with feeble feet and calloused toes.
Working my way back to you, though I've spawned a million
miles in between - no distance breaks me, from the only
reason
I ever knew.