Seeing Without Seeing

Seeing wihtout seeing...
 
Walking into the unknown
Unchartered territory
Knowing very well of the circumstances
Will be the repercussions of our circumstances
Reaping what's about to be sowen
 
An unwelcome plight
Has been invited without invitation
Walking right into a catastrophe
Engulfed with eyes wide shut
Vociferating from me to her, from her to me
As we become blind
 
Windows open
Admitting bright sunlight, lambency
Inaugurating the becoming
A pulchritudinous day
 
I could already smell the sweet air
When I woke up early this morning
Has now become dark and vague
Throwing stones in fits of rage
In all shapes and sizes
Malicious tongues with intent
Lacerating our hearts without regret, in contempt
Further driving one another down
 
Outcries, bellowing and hollering
Thundering loud, ears bleeding
Can't believe what we are saying, what I'm hearing
Eyes wide shut, cant see a thing
 
Seeing without seeing!...
 
Darkness overwhelms, blackening everything
Unfiltered aggregate that lies at the bottom of the heart
Rises to the top, expolding
Fight fire with fire
Doing unto you as you have done unto me
Burning down everything into nothing!
There is no forgiveness in thy art!
 
THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE FUCKIN SCARS!!!
 
Hate escalates
can't see you nor feel you nevermore
Violent storm awakens
Our inner sun quickly fades away  
Shattering skies begin to fall
Destroying all that we love
Emotions become cyclone
Reaping havoc lost in our souls
Broken hearts, shattered skies
 
Drowned in sorrows
Tears stream
Drenched in stinging rain
Just as fast as it came, now its gone
Eyes wide shut, seeing without seeing
All the horrible terrible things
Ringing in my ears  
That were said and done, guilt settles in
 
All I saw were streaks
Everything happend so fast
Eyes went black  
Didnt hear a thing, but felt everything
Scars upon our hearts
Wounded souls, broken spirits
Is all that we got to show for rest of the day
Dark grey clouds descend
As it actually begins to rain outside
 
Wow what are the chances of this happening
A double storm
I guess were in for the day
She in the lving room
Me in the bedroom, begin to cry
As I'm asked to leave  
Pack my bags enough for a few days  
(Big sigh)... knowing this is my last goodbye
The wound is deep this time
Gonna take some time to heal
Its long over due
We no longer feel, were threw
 
 
-ADuarte