My fingers reach through the back of my skull and all I feel is glass.
As the bloods seeps in my vision explodes.
All this faulted pain driving me insane
I probe the sky violently 'till I finally grip the floor
Peeling away the world like the husk of actuality
The ashen embers of my soul are scattered
The tempest carries me over the abyss
My body floats naked on a sea of black and white tile
Baptism by fire
I lie clothed on a floor of black and white tile
Now to find my pants