Treasure Island

jodi right

(28/06/90 / Sheffield)

Betrayal of Sense


I lost myself in blindness
My eyelids quivered taking the abuse
Forming darkness the grip becoming loose
Fluttering eyelashes as each nerve lands
Burying deep, holding tight like a parasite
It waited for its feed of light, to consume it
This consumption of awareness
The world is dizzy, the situations uneasy
Life hits hard as lies bloom into routine
Slowly I accept, the things unacceptable
Things that birth one’s misconception
Blood grows thinner as the disease thickens
It’s begun, the beginning of an end
To result in blindness to a disease
Leading to the betrayal of your own sense

Submitted: Saturday, April 08, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, January 17, 2012
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