Carried away
in the silly
games we play.
.
Darkening with the night
running towards the light
blind.
Running on full
creating your own bull
and turning your life into shit.
We are blind.
I am blind.
But I still get up
I still give a fuck.
Even when the light doesn't shine
even when the words stop their rhyme
and fade.
Trending towards dismay
we eat the words
we say.
Saving them to vomit
up
another day.
I crashed
feeling in the dark
losing every mark
and when my eyes were
shut
I ran away.
Blind
in every way
I'll wait
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