The Blinding Threshold
Kardashev, Mark Garrett
I am transformed
A shapeless artifact of myself long gone
There are fragments in my mind of who I once was
But the memories are obscured by regrets
By apologies I'll never have the chance to make
My eyes no longer see them
Faces and shadows of those who have gone from my view
The weight of all I have seen blurs my vision
These eyes are not my own
I don't see myself in thе mirror
I do not recognize this image
Past or prеsent
These eyes can't be my own
I can't see myself in the mirror
I cannot recognize this image
Past or present
