The blinds on my windows are always closed

Hiding the things that I don't want exposed

Parts of my life will be scenes no one knows 

So I'll be content to proceed as it goes 

As long as I know what I'm doing is right

I have not the need for there to be light 

The hands by my face can carry my plight 

Up to the sky where it may take flight 

Then far and away where words become deeds

It'll  puncture and break my heart 'til it bleeds 

The liquid will spill my eternity's seeds 

For gardens in worlds I am destined to be