Still Remains

Through this window, I see my vision is crystall clear.
It won't be long now.
Never tainted.
It won't be long now.
Always crystal.
The darkest night.
I used to feel alive.
Could we believe it?
Could they believe it?
I could feel the twisting in the wells of my inner self.
Could we believe it?
Could I believe it?
(spoken)
If seeing is believing, then this heart has never been beating.