Wondering within my sight I
See something neither their but
Clawing within in my observation.

Like fingers on a chalkboard it
Scratch's within, the voice that
Became more exiting from within.

I rub my eyes, I open my eyes under
A sink of cold water to drown that
Which itches on the surface of sight.

The eyes are a gateway and some thing
Wishes to shatter the window, to ebb
Its way forward though to blind me.

I will not be a vessel of seeing, I will
Close these doors and with scissors in
Sight I cut out that which gives them sight.

"I saw you within,
*"Now you see nothing but darkness, no window in sight,