We can not see through our eyes,
but only through our fingertips.
A slave,
far gone to know.
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Kassandra believes personal data should not be presented for the time being. It seems rather boring for her to go on of her shortcomings and goals that she will never commit too...)
The Monster
We can not see through our eyes,
but only through our fingertips.
A slave,
far gone to know.
Dust and pixels of hope.
They cover their eyes that they bare not to see,
they cover their eyes ahamed of what he's becoming.
They nod there heads,
bite their lips...
Is that the just of it?
To coil and to cross,
To love and to rott.
Nothing more...
than the epttiamy of you.