• A violin with two broken strings,
    Something poking far too constantly,
    An insect fly in your ear buzzing wings,
    Twitching legs in a disfigured odyssey,

    A tune played without matching chords,
    Hours of speech that are just ignored,
    Goosebumps rise as your icy joints crack,
    Pain in my chest but it's not a heart attack,

    The last piece of the puzzle that will never fit,
    Craftsmanship for swords that never make a hit,
    Water so clear but glass shards rise above,
    Risky decisions that are solely based on love,

    So what's that itch right beneath my skin,
    I'm so uneasy it's hard to keep it all within,
    A black hand from a mirror pulls me right through,
    As the transformation of the real world bleeds right beneath my shoes.