Am I seeing your face upside down,
A frown or a gentle smile?
I can't tell, my lens is factured beyond earthly repair.
The world is covered in a soupy mist,
Nothing is clear anymore.
My demanding shouts of "clarity now!" only make my vision quiver.
Shudder and shake like a lost sparrow,
Searching fruitlessly for a nook in the wall to call it's own.
There is no escape from the merciless rain,
That soaks you to the core of your dampened soul.
Is this grey-drenched plain the only reality?
Is this thickening fog that muffles my senses going to consume me?
Or is it merely going to puppet me,
Controlling my actions with tendrils of smoky gloom?
I only wish my eyes were stable enough,
Still enough to see the truth.
But instead they are hollow and echoingly empty.
This strange and fractured room seems to be all there is.
An endless maze of jumbled jigsaw pieces.
A labarinth of otherwordly impossibilities.
I cannot make sense of it.
Infinity, remedy, gemeni.
Is there no end?