Through Glass Lenses

Glass reflection, mosaic refraction

Tempered in isolation, promises in violation

Eye of the beholder, so why am I so beholden to her?

Gouge one out and pop another in

Search for another less gutting fraction

Of reality that I ought to be in

Was it all pretense, were our lenses really not in sync?

How'd it all shift in a blink before

I could pour my soul into the ink, think

I hear a shutter and glass shatter

Fractured at my feet

A thousand fractals of me that weep

From countless eyes to haunt me in my sleep

Bloodstained cut pricked eyelids

From pieces of me I picked

Up again to replace eye with

Ocean blue iris fills lakes crying

A dull hue, my daytime blue moon rising

Someone whom I once knew crying, was it me who was cruel?

I reach up for the truth and pluck yet another eyeful

Just to be able to see you fully

Darkness forms from where you should be

Have I been walking in my sleep?

Was it all but just a dream?

I feel the echoes of my screams

They lead me to the only thing I can see

Another glass reflection

No matter how many fractions

I can see,

My eyes how crooked and atrocious

They'll always be,

Refracting imperfection