Double the vein flow in my pupil Oculus transformed into a mesmerizing red Reminiscent of all the ghosts That all haunt me when I go to bed Visible arteries to look vivid An intricate complex of vessels Dear God help my soul And allow my eyelids to tremble A cross of the heart and a blink of the eye Blood slowly permeates the vision The demons put on their robes And remove my vessels with a incision Bloodshot eyes all clear of blood Deception by the inner demons Dear lord help me tremble And keep me from treason.
Exhaustion is masked by our drive to keep going I see that as deception.