Friday, February 13, 2015

Unseen

my eyes are wicked

they do not see light

my say is wrong

it hears only cries

my heart is cold

in my chest there's no soul

in my chest there is only a hole

i walk in vain

for there can be none that are insane
 
they say there is hope

that the strong will rise

but in me i see none with a prize

so then what is the prize for the hope of man kind?

what then is the eyes of the blind?

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