A droplet ripples across a pool.
Proof of the separation
from this mirror-world before me.
For what I see is what I want to see.

A reflection of my desires.
Too seemingly perfect to be for real,
yet too seemingly perfect to be just chance.
Still, I must know which!

And so I shed these clothes,
standing defenseless, ready to jump.
Only to realize, that this is just a mirage,
and you are only a dream.

How wonderfully maddening it is
to be so close to the touch
yet worlds apart.

I am the maniac. I am the fool.
I found a monster in me when I lost my cool.
It lives inside of me, eating what’s in it’s way,
I put black spray paint on my windows during the day.

I want to spend time with it. I think I’m losing it.
Or I found it and I’m using it.
I wear my shades at night so I can look in the abyss.
I see something in nothingness, if you can picture this.

With black holes in my jar lid, I climb the wall.
I’m too high now, I’d die from the fall.
Before the water’s to our knees,
You can’t climb on the trees.
Wash away, you and I are the disease.