Broken Glasses, Torn Pages lyrics

I bleed poetry Poe could only write about And breathe wisdom Erasmus could only speak of I see patterns Pascal could only calculate And make connections Sherlock Holmes could only Wish he made them too My thoughts are cold as the wind outside And the chords strengthen a sense of despair This is the time when I'm a cynic at best Written thoughts on paper Notes by an unstable muser It doesn't matter The glasses that should clarify are broken And pages that I so desperately read Are torn apart by contradiction