I think I'm blind
can't see you
not going to find
what I seek
my search for purity
will never end
for all humanity
it serves well
I'm lost in lies
lies of mine
I brake all ties
ties with you
now I've died
and gone to heaven
there I hide
never to be found
free from you
and all your violence
how could I know
that I'd end up hateing you

-The Poet
you think I'm different, when we are truly the same, I only show what others hide.