Questions?

What do you see that I cannot?
Some purity within this old rot?
But why should it encompass me –
When it is not what I can see?
And what deserves attention so –
When it drags far from life’s full flow?
Should I be here both blind and mute?
Would a parchment skin better suit?
For I see darkness in your light,
Have no true faith in greater might,
And where once I could find your eyes…
I see that now but glass resides.