T for 2

Art of no hands and throat to cope with a world trying to learn itself.
A hard line being walked with the shakes.
Break the mirror
Break the mirror
Break the mirror
Placate to the sounds of your imagination.
Hard line
Cracked mask
A bypass as we walk through the night.
I will see you in the leaves.
I will see you in the fall of my brother.
I will see you in the cut winds of tomorrow.
The flies spies into my heart at midnight, withering away in a corner next to a can of beans.
I feel a loss, a boss of none, crying for the shadows to play with him.
No hope for the dope with the rope.
I cannot feel your touch, and that is what hurts so much.
A pair meant to miss as its definition.
A dance of sorrow, lost in the act of a mad mans love.
I wish I could see your face as you play me so hard.
I wish you had hands to hold.
Show me your dream.