Artificially Blind

I haven't realized whether,
I'm blind....The spirit of,
Between the grand , the grand master
Off the realistic braveness
It is when she said, "yes, you're"
You're true to the game,
But, aside that,
I almost ran insane
And lose myself to the unknowns,
The unknowns, that everyone
Could bluntly see.

Blindly talking to the revelers
Off the night to the race
Bringing the night closer to the moon.
The moonshine of the grandly masons,
Revealing I was on a flight of Fame
But with the surrounding out my way
Pretending to be realistic of time.
Although, this didn't cause me
To bring down what I was into the most
The most the everyone could blindly see.

Talking to myself off the graveyard,
Knowing I was not right to their game,
But I was right to my rage
Even when I knew what I was all about,
I had to rely on my own,
My own sincerity of the bereaved soul..
The soul that never lost hope,
The Hope that everyone could blindly see.