My Bleeding Sight

[Stone]

I looked up at the sky, bleeding from the eyes
adjusting to the contrast, struggling to compromise
the streetlights were blinding, my pupils contracted
but the light had gone out, my emotions re-enacted
haunted by my feelings, loathing times of yore
recollecting squeamish smiles, of the tears that came before
suspending burning sapphires, pivoting on my mind
the Earth spins without me moving; ignorant and blind
conscious of swift spectres, drifting across my vision
gifted with foresight, piercing death’s incision
buoyant phantom by dusk, purgatory by dawn
for adoring deadly persons, my sight has been withdrawn
never to focus again, on the one that I did love
disregarded my feelings. The Devil: from above.