Blind


I shall not see that which is in front of me.

I shall not feel that which touches my soul.

I shall not hear the beauty that sings to me.

I shall travel the road to the emptiness of my

                      black withered heart.

I shall find there the misery of a life sadly given

                      to this wretched person, myself.

I shall only know the sharp ripping of hatred that

                      my actions caused others.

No peace shall I be given for misgivings of this

                      beast that is me.

I shall travel there for it is what I deserve.

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