Give me your eyes,
your pupils,
because god, in this hell,
i am blind.

And you, though reluctant;
give me what I called for.
and you, though a devil,
are kind in your heart.

“You can leave.”

“You can escape.”

You just give far too much.

Learn to be selfish,
Spawn Of Satan,
learn to take
and see the world through smoke.
crush your rose tinted glasses
and instead inhale the acrid air
and be blinded by its sourness.
instead of the sweetness
of your own melody.

Give me your eyes…

and your soul too.

and you are free.

a shell rolling down the hill.