deepundergroundpoetry.com

Blind

"In the land of the blind, the one eyed man takes lead," and if that much is true, that means that I can't see. I have a way of fucking up a good thing, that's why I'll always be a suicide king. I can think for myself, I need time to breathe. This is only deterring, lying through my rotten teeth. Staring down the sights, the barrel tastes like iron. In my mind, everything is panic, setting a siren. I need some help, I need a guide, and like Johnny Cash, I walk the line.  
Written by ParadoxZero
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 0 reads 516
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:12pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:08pm by 13
COMPETITIONS
Today 11:03pm by 13
POETRY
Today 8:14pm by Grace
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:47pm by Kinkpoet
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:38pm by Ahavati