Blinding you from any other soul
And shackling your feet to the ground,
You feel no other choice so profound.
Just as a tumor invades a brain,
Spreading like blood oozes from a wound,
Covering every inch like a demonic hand,
Spreading toxins wherever it wants to land.
Nothing is real in this world,
Only evil to which your words have painted,
And only such thoughts could ever grant your limbs to move;
You'd be truly blessed to never lose.
As if sight weren't an option,
Where your skin is a shield to love,
You can't even grasp the truest actions,
Or even hear beauty in any fashion.
It's a love for darkness,
Where you've forgotten your roots
Or even simply how to walk;
Because you've learned what to count on,
And that's living for what is gone.
But it's that one glimpse,
That one sliver of light that makes you detach from the couch,
From literally being paralyzed,
That you finally are blessed with such strength,
To simply not know what it's like to want death at any length.
It's the beauty of blessings,
Of the armor you've been granted,
To repel any black coasting through your veins,
And giving you back Life to ride with full reign.
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