The Window

I blur out the window So that I can no longer see the world I must fight off these demons Because the fiber of my being is becoming unfurled I fog up the window With hot breath of complaint I may be swallowed by the devils But that might just be my fate I frost the window With ice-crested tears The spider-webbing chill Removes every inch of clear Is the window mocking me? With the weather changes comes sensitivity Is the window stopping me From all the wonders I wish to see? My judgment is clouded, even on sunny days And as I fumble to wipe insecurities away They resurface like the tides And muddy up my head But my life is surging Like the short existence of molten lead And this forever pulse is leading to my death The liquid glass of the window Can be shattered along with my dreams But they're not always what they seem And I must clean the window To keep a grip on my sanity