Oh, why are you so blind, heart?
Is it the blood flowing around you?
The thick sheild of skin?
Our clothes that lay atop?
Like medal plates in the olden days.
What sufferage we all hold.
Such wrecks like us live...
Laughing at the smallest things.
Blinding at the bigest.
Such fools!
Oh, what a cry.
For you are one of us.
One of us unwiling to die.
Why so blind heart?
Is it the scars that hold us together?
The intake of ones breath?
Do we really see things?
Or we all oblivious to the facts?
Come take off the pain I dearly seek.
Years, and years I'll weep.
They can see.
So, why not us?
Why so blind heart?
I've made the sufferage you still seek.
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