Fault Lines - Intronaut

Reflection 
Is but a stranger 
These strings set rigorous routine 

Cracks form, covering my body 
Weakened, blistered and torn apart 

Revisiting old wounds 
Completing the circle 
Once again 

Swollen eyes fixed on the prize 
We hang our heads in self-destructive triumph 

These fault lines 
A soul erosion 
Predictions never became so clear
Artist: Intronaut
Title: Fault Lines