The voice has splintered to a rasp From broken words of waste It cast forth illusions Of a life without mistakes It told the worst tale ever told And spoke of better days The truth be told as I grow old A chronology of decay A piece of mind unhinged this time The doors I've left behind To lie and wait for an escape Before it is too late Wander alone through the hours And the neverending wait A shadow thrown across a face A warped forgotten haggard shape Cast on a heap of wounded birds Their wings hang broken like these words Broken shards of life scattered by the wind Between each myth is a sheltered place A place of no regret Sanctum refuge But you can only stay for so long Before you stay forever In fever, in death A piece of mind unhinged this time The truth be told as I grow old And still I wait though it's too late Wave the short-lived farewell Return to an unkempt shell And finally to show your face