Off Comes the Blindfolds
by The Nerve Agents· from Days Of The White Owl
The truth stands before you. So cold that you don't touch it. The justifications dealt, masking the pain you run from. Oh, and it hurts so. Where did the love go? Kids in blindfolds at play, you wake up now to the unknown. Once love, in youth so innocent. Tough love, now when the world is bent. In love, that is the missing but what's love? You should save your breath. The joy, it haunts you, it all but wrecks you. Knowing the truth and your impending loss. It you love real.