Iris Overburden

As one we were invisible,
pale shadows behind the sun.
Your majesty read impossible ways beneath the crust.
I'll never felt so high, never again.
Descent's been hard but good to expose who am I.
But who am I? But who the fuck am I?
Maybe the son of what I did and paid to lose my dignity.
Mind flew above it.
Something inside was laughing,
I can't remember anymore.
Desert grows into her lies
always trying to satisfy
a skinny rush of sensibility.
The fitful distance between our eyes
sounds just like a compromise.
I've never been so fascinated by this before.
Overburden, unexplainable iris I only own,
and something will occur in spite of everyone.
By now I'll pretend to be lonely,
then all things I see will be ok.
Frankly it's quite stupid because
things you don't see will never be alright.