Pretending I'm blind in the   back of my mind I have   eyes there   permanent spent neon mind   glowing bent like a church fair   it's enough to make you cry   though you repent it makes   less than a dent in the repair      though you're absolved from   the riddle you've solved   all or nothing   used more than twice by   the sucubus vice while   you're sleeping   it's enough to make you sigh   believe what I say cause it's   hidden away in the meaning      My Rosacea fall away   following my light      Once was a muse system   caste broken used to amusia   found in a maze-meant I'm    lost in the phrase of aphasia   it's enough to make you rye   all that I say is the final   act play in dementia      My Rosacea following fall   away my life