I know it is dark outside

But I bear not to face it

Alone

I compose a picture within a golden frame

-Black picturesque



My eyes dance in a glassy stare

To the distant sound of musical

Silence

But somehow they lower in a pool

-All wet and obscure



And I see this face

As a vivid picture of my very own self

And the eyes

They are watching me

And so am I



Inside out, whatever

I cannot grasp this

This duplicity

This lack of self-devotion

This classical clich of a song