The Eyes May See Differently

Salt scraped from eyes
Where, oh where are you
Born with brittle sight
I think no less
Pitted spirit
Left to mourn
Broken nye
Cast the mold of myself
To make anew without you
But spark no more, glazed the mind
Meek no more, the shadow of my mold
Always lined with vile self
Oh, tender self wake
What I made masters over me
But dawn burns no more
Grinning despair
The smile kills the truth
Animal to myself
I know not where to go
Always it ends in revenge
To what
To ourselves, foolish child
This convoluted shell
Breathe no more
And dancing free, kissing lips, joyful tears
Prized as yours
But now another's
The mirror of your past lied
You are no more