Self-Inflicted Disguise

At the loss of vision
The mind is transformed into one's own holding cell
The tightrope we walk between reverie and regret
The things we think we own or can control
No such certainty
At the loss of sight

So here’s where we part
Sweet dream of mine
Rob me of what I’m defined
Nothing, a self inflicted disguise

At the loss of vision
The heart stumbles between it’s own self-love and hatred
My inflated self portrait blown away by thе wind
At the loss of sight

So here’s whеre we part
Vision of mine
Blind me and lock me behind
Nothing, a self inflicted disguise

Newfound stillness gave a glimpse
Rifts above reveal sunlight
Some sort of subtle whisper
Through the trauma, blissfully reminds me
That we are everything; all energy
Simply currents radiating
We are forever

Tension reanimates
Space and matter intertwined
For without black there is no white
All senses like binary
To love is to suffer
To suffer less is less feel
Not a result; more one big piece
Such is all and all will be for all time

I am a shell, built, ever revised
Absorbed in proud vanity
Subconsciously tuning out
Ease of my deconstruction
I love and I suffer
But only through my defensive eyes
Nothing, a self-inflicted disguise