Succession

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I am afraid

I have forgotten how to see.

Yet my eyes burn

With their jaded ignorance.

Must I sever my finger tips

To bleed my thoughts across the page?

Whisper my words softly as a fading moon.

I have forgotten what it is to be alive.

Breathing in this moment

In this reality I call my own.

Blind to a fantastic world

Beneath my layers of prejudgment

And superficial dreams.

My only hope

One desire

Is to see this world

Without

Inhibition

And broken formalities.