Truth

I say Truth with a capital t

But I mean You with a lowercase me

I mean the eyes under your face

I sold my own to comfort

In exchange for eternal slumber

But I was tricked, you see

For comfort was to claim to be

So i went into the black market to purchase back my eyes

Socks off, belly full--i got prepped for new vision

Tore open my eye-wrapper, but don't you see?

I had sold them my sockets to trade for eyes

And so I got angry, squished the newly brought balls, squished them into nothing 

Yes, i put them into the fruit blender, mixed in peanut butter and sugar

And drank them away

Belly full, i could never see

Half starving, I could've still seen

You