What I’ve had to witness,

Makes me unable to see distances,

What joy could lie that far.

What I was forced to see,

Left me colorblind with vivid memories,

No longer sweet dreams.

What I once beheld has changed,

And it will never return to the same,

State I last seen it in,

And my soul wants to break free,

From the windows it peers from, now glassy,

But instead left to stare in agony.

It’s now all I know,

Flashing, haunting memories,

That I wish to not dream;

My eyes know the world too well,

Overflowing from this deceiving hell,

In droplets, tears that stream.