All Apologies!

Here I am clad in habit hidden king in a frail appareance involved in a maelstrom of continous 'n' invisible ardour gla*s beetween you and the mirror victim 'n executioner of myself incomprehensible occult mistery the eyes that look at me from the other side of my own world how could I break trough if I first don't break trough me? How many other chords I've to crash before I'll lye in a bed of stars? Me,cloud without sky what should I pray to have you never feel the same what have you do? I feel not true I've lost my words in a labyrinth of thoughts clouds (that) are on me makes breathless scream in vain what you think of me? All apologies!