lens falling to the floor
I don’t want to see no more
the world goes out of focus
and I’m spinning through the boulevard
tumbling through the broken veil
no there’s nothing left to see
no there’s nothing more to me
wonder what is happening
wonder what is wrong with me
open arms wrapping round
but they are not real
it matters not that much to me
I am my own damn enemy
I am the epitome
of all I never wanted, see
maybe this dichotomy of
feeling is what’s meant to be
if I were blind
there’d be nothing left to see
there’d be nothing more for me
tell me you’ll be there for me
just tell me I’m not damned to be
something that I can not see
something I don’t want to be