Of Glaciers - Enlightenment I: In Question

Wipe the mirror of old reflections, as it cracks at the sight of a new.
Ugly memories of beautiful things.
Wondering how this will end.
Abandon and relinquish my consciousness.
Has the every-day taken my color away?
For years I have lived the same day,
All of these faces and withered souls are as vacant as I feel.
All I see in the world is self-hatred.
All I see is self-hatred.
Am I just seeing you, or am I projecting the inward?
Now I see, everything, known to be, with empathy.
As the light fades, distress relays memories; emotions are fading until my senses grow dim. I choose to keep myself, for I am what I have made.
I will be forever waiting to feel the sun on my face.
And I will wait forever.
So grow away from the lifetime,
You've spent becoming this,
And just learn to breathe.
How will we end?
First we must begin.
Leave this behind, turn away.
Every moment fleeting, lie awake.
Our final moments.
Lie awake, lives in vain.