bleedy eye surprise

them recurring kinks
i want no part of...
for are we not masters of our own destiny...
i turn nought but a blind eye to tha plastic cocoon of fate.
for i rather be misunderstood to quell comprehension
so they will never see what's inside....
perhaps we will all live happily ever after
if you just cast aside
my bleedy eye surprise....
broken wrists and swollen dreams
reeking of tell-tale signs of despondency unseen...
gone but not forgotten
lost and maybe just maybe, rather not be found...