Through Glass

[evangelion_100]

There were days
(so many)
spent in sunlight,
trying to hide from the sun
dressed in malice
and forgiveness
trying to weave the contradictions
into truth
in the shelter
of our shadows

Now with the hours passing
there's nothing left
but to turn and choke
(is this all we have
to offer?)
Where is the messenger?
Is she lost in contagion
and confusion
left to offer sanity
in exchange
for memories?

open your eyes
slowly
when the morning comes
and linger
in lucidity
so bliss
may briefly
breathe
Take laughter
to your window
look and listen
and let the tears roll down
(Here it is,
that we breathe
Here it is,
we will leave)