The Lurking Shape

Looking in the glass again

Something standing right behind my skin (hmmm)

The silhouette inside the mirror staring down at me

I can't explain the weight

of what it demands to see

Trapped inside a pattern that was never mine to make

Bound to every broken path I tried so hard to break

Sometimes I catch the child looking through the glass

Big eyes full of wonder watching seasons pass

Warm innocence resting where the morning light remains

Before the heavy silence washed across the plains

I can't escape the gaze that holds me here

Cut short by everything I used to fear

Now I am marked by hidden scars and stained design

Haunting memories wrapped around this spine (ohhh)

I see the ghosts of all the lives I left behind

Innocent and fragile,

scattered through my mind

Cut down before they ever had the chance to speak

By the towering cold presence reaching for the weak

I can't escape the gaze that holds me here

Cut short by everything I used to fear

Now I am marked by hidden scars and stained design

Haunting memories wrapped around this spine

Vivid dreams won't let me sleep

Promises the mirror

couldn't keep

I became the sorrow that I tried to run away from (ahhhh)

Stained skin and weary eyes

Underneath these colder skies

Just the glass...

Just what remains.