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Transparent Looking at life on the otherside of a glass frame Beyond a vacant image It is raining, i want to be there Empty the words as they fall like flat notes in a monotone, Out of a silent tongue The speech is hollow I want to be living not dying Trapped within an interstice A bleeding masquerade of incisions Cold quintessence, The thoughts take flight, im stood standing next to the wet glass looking through this window of the living Close but so far Lights of contrast glisten in this illuminated waiting room of versicolored dreams What am i waiting for? How can i get to the otherside of the glass without shattering into pieces, cutting and wounding my paper skin This vacant image, like candle wax it melts to a gloss as the lights are blown out Left in black The grey window still shines a dim light of monochrome. Like a cold frosted lens on an old camera, it flickers as the shutters blink The brightness is calling me The photo is over exposed