Blindness is proven and so now I write.
The issues disproving my given plight.

Eyes, the sight, that can't be controlled
The wavering future that might yet unfold

When the seductive she-devil creeps
I know that objectively sanity seeps
through the cracks and that it'll find
The path that'll be a trick for my mind

If I can't control these thoughts then how will I live
What will I do when fight I can no longer give?

Will I give up? Will I burn out?

Will I be a slave to the demon of doubt
that screams so numbingly loud?

Thoughts that pretend to be friends
I must take destiny into my hands?
But i don't trust them, I don't know if I can.

They are tools that bring the turmoil
I know it'll change when I become loyal.
To the man that I know I can be.
No longer will you be running from me.

I'll hunt you down and then you'll stay here.
Then we'll be one with nothing to fear.

The issue is deep and ingrained.
The source of it I have maintained.

I will cock-back my mind and I'll make it whole.
Weakness Shut the fuck up, I'm in control.