Facade II : What he feels.

(re-feel version) The mirror is… So silent, in front of me Cracked, bloodied My own hand, in a fist Cut, bloodied A mirror, Doesn’t speak… Of course! I know that This place might be too dark I might hallucinate Yet the voice, Those… over, and over Mirror, oh mirror on the wall Echoes, from somewhere Close… Far… Here… There… My chest hurts, My body stuck on the bed, The cold, fearful night has approached Faceless blue, heartless blue With its light’s out, this room Oh this room that seems to get smaller Every second Every passing thought Clad in the darkest of blue Yet, My eyes are still open, I can see My eyes are still open, I can see My eyes are still open, I can see So… Oh mirror, mirror on the ceiling Black as you may be, blank and empty Past the void, past the reality I ask of you Who am I?