• vision of black
    everything is black;
    i cannot see.
    i feel my way though
    but find nothing.
    i can hear,
    but there is not a sound.
    my head, how it aches
    as i smell the campfire
    doused earlier.
    my dry lips,
    they taste of blood
    after the fiasco of a hit
    i received but a little bit ago.
    i trip over an unknown object,
    and i fall to my demise,
    and as i lay there,
    calling for people who will never come,
    loosing life with every scream,
    i wonder why i am the one
    born with no eyes.