i am normal.
perfect in ways
you might never be.

though, i live struggling
to become paralyzed,
demented,
alone, yet free.

had i known better,
my eyes i would've weeded,
dauntlessly;
my ears i would've cleaved,
but too late now, you see.

i have witnessed
the world at its greatest worst;
wonder how it is
hear naught but silence,
and only darkness to perceive.