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I'm not blind, I simply cannot see!
I bear this gift, of sight, and if gifts me!
Immages from my dreams follow me as I walk
Whisper to me as I step from one room to the next
A shambling beast of rotting flesh followed me throughout the day
It spoke to me as though it were a friend from years ago

"So, Bryce, how's the weather? It looks nice out there, it really does.
Can I ask you a question? How do you feel when the people you look at distort? I always find it funny. See that woman? Now, watch her face change, grow longer, her nose now a beak!"

I dared not respond, of course
Not to be crazy. That is not something I am
I hate the undead. Disgusting creatures as they are
Dont toy with me, I know my fate. I may just die, rise again
Fall to the demon hord as any other soul may
I am not pure of sin
I've my crimes
I am, however, fully sane. I just allow this.

Honestly, I kind of like it.
I think women with beaks are hillarious.