Vigilance and Atrophy

Outside the grasp of sanity
 Frostration wrapped in leathers
 On the other side of the glass
 Watching figures dance
 At the outer edges of peril
 Immobilized in black
 In a box made of glass and stone
 Where no light of day can reach
 Symphonies proclaiming harm
 The unbeatable beating within
 Reaching boundaries beyond
 Casting the singing of seraphs
 One for no waves
 Two for the setting suns
 Three to touch the clouds
 One for the calm
 Two for the night
 And the rest to reach the light
 Ingestion from healer's hand
 A slave to the fruit they bare
 Famine induced by the ones in white
 Where no hunger should be
 At the outer edges of peril
 Immobilized in black
 In a box made of glass and stone
 Where no light of day can reach
 Symphonies proclaiming harm
 The unbeatable beating within
 Reaching boundaries beyond
 Casting the singing of seraphs