See Think Touch

How do the eyes draw so much even 'till sight becomes touch that the fall of a stream or a beam produces such a curious gleam that these false thoughts become real as I imagine what I feel. My reason to kneel, the end or fulfill -ment of this plan to kill. And when such beauty makes desire so bright that temptation begins to rule the night that horrible goodness that comes from the jump and the run leads me to life and yet also the gun as I find myself staring and tricked into caring. But find I only distance in eye while in mind left behind to the search I bind myself to this hurt constantly rubbing face in dirt looking for a way to speak to be strong when I am weak and these secrets I must keep so ever on inside I'll weep. Knowing I've known Already with my head up and beat steady.