Blind (1)

Kill me now
Before I die
Don't let me suffer
Blind in my eyes.

Blindness is torture,
It is agony to me
To finally visualize
What you cannot see.

For now I see nothing
No colours or light.
And I realize I cannot
Simply take flight.

The lack of independence
Is what hurts me the most.
The constant awkwardness
Of being a burden on a host.

And yet would i really rather die?
To be forever, never more?
Could I completely cease to exist?
Completely and irreversibly close that door?

I don't know if I could,
If I could after all
If I could even find a cliff
From which to finally fall.

So I'll do my best I guess.
To get on with my life
At least I can no longer see
The bloody wars and strife.

Yet this simple, easy darkness
Isn't always as it seems,
Solitary meditation can provide
Some disturbing mental themes.

Inside my world of blackness,
Darker still lies deeper down
There is no way to make me smile
Though it's not hard to make me frown.

In my little world I fantasise
I see knives and blood and guns.
And never more will I witness
The rising of blood red suns.

People see me and are shocked
At my milky, staring eyes
Would it please them more I wonder
To see the dark red mist behind?

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