Why can you not see me.
The blood running down my arms, why is it invisible?
The tears snaking down my face, what makes them unclear?
My skin. Why is it so transparent?
WHY THE FUCK CAN YOU NOT SEE ME?
Can you hear me?
Of course not...
I am in front of you. Yet my presence is unknown?
Yes. Because you see what to want. You hear what you believe.
