We engineer realities sterile and clear behind closed eyes.
The day cast aside, night is near behind closed eyes.

Fleeting words, ideas not bound by definition.
The shape of unseen worlds appear behind closed eyes.

Forged hands balled in fists swinging in fruitless fits.
Regret building horrors to fear behind closed eyes.

Destinations escape through cracked sidewalks.
Roots stretch deep to interfere behind closed eyes.

Held breath is all that remains for us to fill our lives.
The gait of days stagger like years behind closed eyes.

Unreality, the should be, the could be, permeate.
Voices sharp enough to sear behind closed eyes.

Reflections dissolve, yielding to introspection.
Ourselves to ourselves leer behind closed eyes.

Truth grown monstrous enough to obscure reality.
Comfort stirs in silent tears behind closed eyes.

Life, the now of it, stands opposed to our dreams.
Defiant, we refuse to disappear behind closed eyes.

Impermanence endures, outlasting immortality,
I, Brendon, linger, always here behind closed eyes.