A misty chamber for a broken self Whose world lies shattered on the floor He has no friends just a grey-blue chair His mind is focused on the wall "desperation and gloominess nerves are numbfragments of a fettered sun" There is someone who stays in the plain house Like a pale weathered shade behind windows bj. hsr!,cec.. e There is someone who sees cruel pictures While he walks down the road dead tired He's waiting there for an end to come It's so unjust that he can't leave The aching tune of his solitude Will always whisper through that night "a mirror to wonderwords won't save me
