To See

Am I blind?

Is this a question or the veiling of a hidden truth?

Can you taste the denial on your lips?

Wrap it around you with all the compliment of slime.

I am blind because I choose to be but in no way am I devoid of imagery.

In the land in which I see, live demons and ghouls, mannequins and trolls,

Cancerous folk with a law entirely unto their own.

The emblems flicker in the capricious wind, whispers translated via screams.

A large knife penetrates the dream, bearded dragons, people of the hills,

Whirling debris, belts and stills.

Name this atrocity and its power fades away;

Brought forth unto life with only a matter of moments to spare.

Shed not a single tear for me the sign is too pitiful to bear.