Uncovering covers, covering the covers over your eyes

Pulling back the blinds to see that you are blind to the

Maneuvers taking place, left, right, left, left, right, never following

Translation of blood run c/hold

The knife just pulled from his heart

Slightly twisting a bit

And turning to keep the pain repeating

Just a few more times

Patiently the wait goes on for quick recovery

But no ones listening, no ones listening to me

It's just an opinion

Don’t scratch that itch to make it bleed again

Just let it waste away to pictures

In a box behind the teddy bear you had in third grade

And the books you never read

Its time consumed

By emotion illusory with no grasp on reality

But then what is

Real enough to touch with your open hand

Reach out for something

The sights and sounds to occupy

That time, better spent, in dependence

History repeats itself and

There’s no need to set a standard

It’s spoken in every letter and together they make... words…

The fact behind the man is a comparison between

Someone listening and no one listening to me

The currency of you and me

Is luckily in dignity

The trouble you see

Dishonesty that he has

Truthfully been miserably

A travesty to you and me

But luckily in dignity

A tragedy not come between

Our fantasy turned reality