Seeing


I am haunted
Stuck between realities

With the shutting of my mind's eye
With eyelids open
I see not what I am seeing

The scenes change
My hands stained
Usually
And it can't be helped

I can't be helped
Can I?
Must I?
I don't believe so

For I believe
As long as my eyelids remain open
I will always come back

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