(Sylvia) Static, though her form is changing
(Sylvia) Staring from the haunted painting
(Sylvia) In the distance, clotting in distorted air
(Sylvia) In exhibition, dripping nature from her hair
Cut open in a field
Again as before
But Sylvia does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze
(Sylvia) Left a trail of bread around her maze
(Sylvia) Left for dead, she never found her way
(Sylvia) In frosted glass, she writhes
(Sylvia) Her vengeance will be mine
She's broken on a wheel
The same as before
But (Sylvia) does not feel
Her body slipping through the gauze
(Sylvia) Beyond the door, she rattles almost silent
(Sylvia) Her little windows smash themselves in quiet violence
(Sylvia) In state transcendent, now a puddle of a girl
(Sylvia) Into debasement, turns and turns, and does not return
(Sylvia) The solipsist dreaming of herself
(Sylvia) I never kissed, I never saw or felt
(Sylvia) Fluorescent specter of the well
(Sylvia's) Dissolving shell
