Blindness Pt.2

Is it hard?
It's a question I'm tired of.
Tired of being written off,
An incapable invalid.
I hear the whispers,
I can hear them,
thinking they're superior,
unknowingly, unthinkingly.
They have sight but not vision,
I can feel them looking,
I know when they stare,
I can't see them,
but I know they're there.
It's a handicap,
but I can still love,
feel, move, read or live,
I can still know myself,
That's more than I can say for them.

Blindness

I don't know anymore,
whether I can feel.
I don't know what's in store,
I wish it would just heal.

Darkness, encompassing me,
I can cry and cry,
But these eyes won't see
no matter how hard I try.

It's not outside but inside,
A little part of me is dead
How can I have pride
there's emptiness instead.

My life leans on an object,
depends on a stick,
Does it have any meaning?
It's death I'd rather pick.

The Stalker

Come back, where have you gone?
You were the only one,
Where have you gone?
I need to find you,
to follow you.
I need the peace you give me,
I need to find you,
to always know where you are
I need to find you,
in this deluded mind you're my star.
It scares the hell out of me,
I know everything about you,
I know it all.
It scares me how much I need you,
Its hard to live without you,
How much I need you,
even though you don't know my name.

The Believer

He spent ten minutes.
Every day he spent ten minutes,
never questioning the validity of it.
Sometimes doing more but never less,
holding on to it.
Yet he never understood.
He did it to assure himself,
gaining confidence from his faith.
To the world it looked like he truly believed,
He told them it gave him purpose,
he told them it was hope,
and he seemed spiritual now.
Until the last moment,
where he realized there was no absolution,
no salvation, only darkness.
The daily prayer,
hoping for a better life,
A life after death.
But the darkness is spinning,
as he waits and realizes,
His prayer was wasted.

Introduction

This is a record of me. I don't know how long it'll last, I've created and deleted numerous blogs before, but I hope that I can look back and see what I was like when I see this in the far future. I can't define a topic for it, or can I? I write randomly, in spurts, and about things that pop into my head and disappear just as quickly. I tend to be skeptical, but am open to ideas as well. I love music and that will probably make up a major chunk of this. Books probably will too. Enjoy and feel free to comment, criticize or send me large amounts of money.