Time has a way
 Of reflecting itself
 In the mirrored haze of the past
 Perished in the coldness of my dead eyes distant
 and dreaming in fields
 
 "I beg of you, come closer to me
 why must thou hide, if thou art supreme?"
 
 Perhaps to hide the emptiness
 Also distilled in me
 
 I was never made in any fucking image
 
 That which I was,
 Cursed with a human heart
 Though I never asked to know you, you lay here with me
 
 "I beg of you, come closer to me
 Close enough to feel the spear in your side..."