Literature
...Why...? -blind!Arthur-
In the darkness it sit,
waiting for a chance,
a chance to step into the light.
Will I make it thought the night?
Will I survive my life?
That I will never know.
Maybe this is just a dream,
maybe nothing else is real.
I'm so tired of all the pain,
of all the misery inside,
and I wish that I could live,
in nothing but the night.
What should I do?
What can I say?
I feel like I've lost all control....
I cannot see; I've forgotten if I can.
If I opened up my blind eyes,
There would be no more going back,
'Cause I'd throw it all away,
and it all would fade to black.
As my vision fades,
my last sight is death,
then nothing bu