A HEART THAT'S STONE, COLD
DEAF BY OWN DECISION
NOT LISTENING TO ONCE WAS TOLD
BLIND BY OWN DESIRE
OUT OF SIGHT BUT FOR GOLD
DEATH BY OWN DESTRUCTION
FOR IT'S YOUR SOUL, THAT'S BEEN SOLD

It felt like a trick
But there was no evidence
Just a feeling

I guess I always expect the worst
Or maybe I’m blind

Soul Blind Pt. 2
by Ryan P. Kinney

"Dad, Why do you look like you're crying?"

"Oh, you know. Sad things."

"Don't be sad, be happy."

"Both of those are always about you."

"Why?"

"Because when you are not here, I'm sad."
"When you are, I'm happy."

Eyes can be deceiving
In recieving that which we do not wish to see. Optical illusion creates a delusion of something more pleasing. Blinded to pain and misery. Its calculated in the sensory. Knowing this vision isnt seen through rose colored glasses we make believe. Looking only at the beauty past the ugly. We camouflage the eyesores. Blinking just once to change the perspective of all things in sight. We hide behind closed eyes to avoid the view of the world as it is. We overlook just so we dont have to see. Its only when we realy look do we find the truth hidden behind blue eyes.