purple paints on the inside of my eyelids
dark like bruises come alive
light like lavender I can almost smell
dreams turn stained
and disappear
purple becomes my biggest fear
haunted by the array
of colors painted behind the lens cover
disappear when opened up
allowing my eyes to take a shot
photographing what there is to say
if only my eyes could scream all day
would they say what they really see
developing in hatred scream
blind as bats, but muse they be
my eyes never like what they see
so shut them tight, close the blinds
inside there are many more places to hide
beneath the purple incandescent lies
when opened my eyes are big,
but blind
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