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 the wind At the loss of sight So here's where 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