Eyes of a human can reflect,
the adroits of the crowd,
the demons shattering creed,
and the one who seeks it

Unwinding the past,
the horror tiptoed
and I felt so chilled
so I tried to erase it

It is the stammer that recurred
It is the obstructed vision I fear
It is the hands of fallacy fancied

The confessions were protused,
close your eyes dear,
make it dark for me to hide..

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Writer's note: Shh.. be silent, pick up the blindfold.

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