An out of site out of mind
Broken eyes. Alas I blind.

Black vein under the flesh. Thrills of the chaotic world.
Shut my ears from these many secrets untold.

Piece by piece try to build myself up to be a tall tower
Pretty scents in a nose blocked away from a hint of sweet flower.
Perhaps colour blind but still seeing the world in a brighter light.
Try to do things in accordingly steps. To try be right.

For how a taste of evil and revenge could taste so sweet
Yet aches my stomach from too much indulgence of this very evil treat.

And O'Father and dear Mother, don't see such of your son in the steps of them
For he may be fallen from your wise lips and strayed away from your very stem.

Still will he have found a place in He of the Kingdom maker
To be as I were created as his Child. A giver than a taker.