Ego's perspective

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 jagged 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 I cant help looking through these window less halls