Does thou darest to look beyond the lines
Read into things that aren't always there
Ominous subliminal games of the mind
Perception subdued, the special aware
Always inside the blood of the eyes
Crashing forth, the flesh doth tear,
It cannot see, for it has been blind
Depth exists outside of the hair.
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