-1The Return

My fingers reach through the back of my skull and all I feel is glass.

As the bloods seeps in my vision explodes.

Death

Beauty

Vain

Death

Beauty

Vain

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