I pull at my eyes,
For too much they have seen,
A world too dark,
Too cruel – it’s bordering obscene.
The horrors linger,
Etched in my restless mind,
A thousand nightmares,
And only one way for them to be left behind.

With trembling palm,
I rip,
Tear,
Pull my eyes out,
To silence all this agonising doubt,
For sight had led me to witness too much,
Things too deep,
Things I couldn’t trust.
And now I long for endless, eternal sleep.

No eyes, no pain,
No world to see or fear,
Just dancing shadows and silent whispers,
Far or near.
I’m in darkness now,
And I hold my tongue and peace,
Where all the worlds terrors,
They finally cease.