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Closed eyes

I believe in me no more,
I don't think I exist.
I go through life, my eyes closed
so I can't see the jest.
Life's cruel joke is suffering.
It's played on you and me.
Loyal soldiers marching on,
into eternity.
            The crust on my eyes crack.
            Pieces fall.
I'm like the little twisted things,
Such a shade of grey to be,
Living out our broken dreams.
Best friends with melancholy.
             More crusties fall.
             I can almost see.
All I want for me today,
is to just lay down and cry.
But I don't get that luxury,
I must maintain my life.
Now I see what your eyes won't.
The scales all fall away.
With my eyes clear and blindness gone,
I see what kills the day.
So many blind, what can I do?
To stop the pain and lies.
It can't be done, there's no way out.
Again I close my eyes.
Written by katzmalkav (Malki)
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