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Blessings.
A prayer lifted from a dream unbidden,
My eyes still burn from the shadow’s seizure.
The veil was lifted so suddenly,
I had no choice left but to face reality.
Live life like you’d live from slitting your own throat,
A blade made of hope,
That I’d lost so long ago.
A hushed lullaby that’d she whisper every night,
“Were I still alive, how much more would you try?”
And I try, and I cry, and the tears no longer dry,
Only an eye for an eye could ever make this right.
One day we will all die.
And I won’t be the last one blind.
It only costs one eye to live like me,
You’ll still be food for the foxes while I live my fantasy.