Wish I didn't have eyes
So I can look around without injustice
Demise
So I ripped them out, and gave them to you. My work Broken By Peices
Not two, but four
of course
My body is no longer steel
As its walls breaken down
And my Ceiling Repeals
So pull back my Roof, put dust in my eyes.
Oh baby, Oh baby
I wish I were blind.
YOU ARE READING
Lonesome Poets
PoetryPoet names Blind me old mans knife Mall Chair Stay and Wait Poor Rudy, Oh rudy, please shoot me. Blood Tied In fruit
