The eyes I lack are all I've ever wanted

And here I am sad

 Not to mention haunted

The things you see are the things I see

 But they can't be this way without me

My efforts and my pain I have to feeeeeeeeeel them

 I have to waaaaaaaant them I have to have the words in my head and rumble them around for a while and come up with some painfully awfully horrendous travesties, chuck them, make some more, chuck again and even then, all I have is


A lack of sight is all I've ever wanted

And now I'm not sad

And I remain undaunted

I settle into my little coffin and numb my pain; dull my pain; compress my pain

And smile.