You took the eyes from the sighted,
Laughed at their blindness,
As though you had never known it.
They reached for your hand,
But you withdrew and called instead.
"Come hither".
Wordlessly they stumbled forward,
Into the pit you had prepared,
Just for them.
No hands are reaching now.
Just silence,
Which you are pleased to observe.
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Author:
roguedeath (
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- Category: Surrealist
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