dance of the shadows, a mirror of my mind.   cursed to break down, to bind.   i live in the basement of my mind,   and i choked on this dust so long.   this will change. i can't relive the past.   if my memories live on, i just might...   visions will substain a belief to manifest.   in a suit of armor i'm trapped,   and the rain begins to rust.   i may have escaped the pain, so i'll bask in these days,   but what's inevitable must rise - you cannot stop time.   transparent instigation of moral wealth. oh my guilt-ridden, mortal self.