Blindfold

<br>blood ridden hands are the first things<br>to come through the bed<br>when all the pain in your life<br>comes to a head<br>poor lost soul<br>with no place to go<br>wait until winter<br>and you`ll know<br>three years fold through your lies untold<br>innocence undoes her blindfold <br><br>who else`s hands have touched<br>who i best understand<br>held close the neck and waist<br>of my adult orphan<br>this summer ends<br>the evenings we spent<br>life under china dinner din<br>wishes best to mystery address<br>i found deep in your occult key chest <br><br>on my suicide cloud<br>left me in the pit of my morning pout<br>an emptiness throughout<br>this scarred and sullied soul you threw out<br>what possessed you not to include me<br>how have you failed to invite me<br>how could you laugh with her in that theatre<br>when you`re off and i`m alone