Eye Sight

Eye Sight

Picture this…your eyes
seeing what you have wrought.
You don’t want to see anymore.
You hide away from the windows.

Among your listless days and vacant nights
you linger behind the prism.
No light filters into your sight.
It dissipates underneath the shadow.

I’ll grant you one wish…
You ask for your eyesight to be severed.
I give you the method.
Now it’s up to you to become truly blind.


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Beautiful Noose The Dream of Vanity



Behold the visions from My Mind...
=JosephAngelo