Purpose Unclear

I saw the tears flowing Liberally down her cheeks She went through the motions But her eyes did not speak My place in this waning The purpose unclear These sights see me backwards I feel guardianship near On the edge of a horror I also feel light A spark in the ebony Some truth in the night I trust who I trust I cannot say more I feel something greater How to open the door? Beneath the surface it lingers Begging to be found My footholds unsteady I can't walk on this ground. To see things so backwards So introverted and wrong Can't process what I'm seeing Will these visions last long?