I blind myself with the workers nail.
For the work I seek, I only fail.

Without you here I may just be impaled.
Now I keep myself jailed.

For tears I am told to not let prevail.
But I cannot prevent my unveil.

blood flows instead just like my past.
For these thoughts are steadfast.

I seek the love I never had.
Where I was shown only the bad.

To embrace like a quilt on cold nights.
For the many fights.

Only left with this frigid pale.
Now I just wish to end my own blind tale.