I know it is dark outside 
But I bear not to face it 
Alone I compose a picture within a golden frame -
Black picturesque 
My eyes dance in a glassy stare 
To the distant sound of musical 
Silence But somehow they lower in a pool -
All wet and obscure 
And I see this face 
As a vivid picture of my very own self 
And the eyes 
They are watching me 
And so am 
I Inside out, whatever 
I cannot grasp this 
This duplicity 
This lack of self-devotion 
This classical clichè of a song