Children eat their own eyes in an effort to put aside the shallowness of the physical appearence. They rinse their mouths of the blood,and practice practicality(as they well should),they feel their way down the hallway into a room that is dark,but they don't know because they are blind. They feel their way to their chairs and sit. Their parents walk in and flip on the light and with their faces agape they stare at the children who sit in the chairs,in the room that was dark, when the children didn't care because they had plucked out their eyes and now have empty hollow stares.All to avoid the physical of the world.
Reason for writing:
Some times I feel like pluckin' out my eyes so I don't have to look at any of
those trendy bastards who piss me off so much.I'll assume that it is understood that I '
dis like those people. I got a few more poems somewhere around this page.
Birth sign: Leo
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