There is a world shaped hole in my window pane
With cracks and breaks like spider web,
like the word shaped pain in my shattered soul.
Virgin sights outside my doors
Veil of lust inside my bones.
Something calming about that broken glass.
A broken world outside those bars.
Smeared out moons and snuffed out stars,
Those i still see through these broken glass.
A gust of wind or a drop of sound,
I still look through these broken glass
Swirling trees and flying brooks
Those i still see through my broken glass
So long within these asylum walls
But i still look through these window less halls
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