Tear Off The Blindfolds Poem by Madrason .

The perfection of the postponed reflection

every little damn thing circles projection

the inner world, it shines to hard, hurt ones eyes

rather go blindfolded than becoming mad

it seems sad but the head opts for more whys

it puts us out of the game called reality

we become the protagonists of misunderstoods

we're walking into the mystery -us woods

where sounds and words hit the heart

just to sin again, anew an aching start….M