Eye Soleil Shone.

So the walls come down here.
The walls fall down.
Naked and quivering.
All fall down.

Singular being.
Psyche is screaming.
Reality twisting its knife in your gut.

Alone and aware of it.
No room for false memory.
Dreams and fantasy, fading to dust.

Alone then.
While lost in the crowd.
With their noiseless screaming.
As then turns to now.
Continue alone.
While pretenders surround.
Dead things still dreaming.
And I cant recall how.

So the tears fall at last.

The tears are here.

Long lost clarity.

All goes clear.