The sleeper in the attic

I no longer feel the flames of this fire straddling two world's. How helplessly i lay in the attic bay as the fire-starter carves his names into the remains of my heart while firemen carry me away on eternity's cart. I can see figures scaffolding vision's out of Cains quickened gaze in the mirrored sky of my new home as i am raised into the waiting room. In the distance surgeons are updating my new existence, they operate grafting a screen onto my stomach, in the mirrored sky in this new implant my previous life passes by.