Tearing our own eyes out
To avoid the truth.
Stumbling and fumbling,
Grabbing anything we can out of desperation Including others as we fall to the ground.
Fear.
And the truth is still there
No matter that we choose to believe
Someone has blinded us.
We are allowing it of our own free will.
Doubt.
Acid in my veins.
Tumultuous twisting in my gut.
I am finding my way blind
In this storm.
(I see the Angels everytime lightening strikes)
This confusion has left
Obstructions I stumbled upon,
My visibility restricted to my hands
As i catch myself.
Waiting for lightening
To cauterize the ache.
(I see Angels everytime it strikes)
Chole Into Diamonds 