my eyes, my tears

Beaten senseless, stumbled in
A land of a thousand mirrors
All devoid of reflections
Blackened dirty smears

Fueled by passion kept on walking
Hope that I would see
The smallest indication
Of who I used to be

Time swells and swirls in this catatonic dream
Agnostic soul proclaiming truths I can't believe
Now or never face the dirge posed throughout the years
Search the pain and try to find my tears

Days were nights and nights were days
Back and cold and deep
Mirrors formed a circle, thought that I was beat
Last one brought me to my knees, thought that I was done
Saw my eyes my tears my soul my journey had begun

Time swelled and swirled in that catatonic dream
Now I can see relevance in things I couldn't believe
Face the composition, forged throughout the years
I searched the pain and finally found my tears