I fear the worst has yet to come Talking through a stained glass window Words hitting broken hearts Falling on the cold ground My eyes won't fix on the purple fields I am alone, a lost cause I feel evanescent of a time slipping by These sentences failing to comprehend themselves I write what the evil hand commands My heart is open, my mind is closed But my soul escapes the rapture For it understands what the heart and mind cannot I do not expect it to return Not for a long time So while it is gone I shall wait Patiently And continue to not understand These words what I write