Eye am a Camera The scalding of my eyes in vats of sizzling fat was something I needed cameras just to see. I through pages poured, yellow, white and without borders, seeking visions in photography. I through shining cities, wide-eyed, toured, but still no light attacked me. So I tried my hand in marriage, yet still no pretty cameras came. I, burnt to ashes nearly now by absence of its cruel glare, sought the sullen shower's coolant, and in the rain went running, bare. The twigs against my testes whipped, and foam appeared where once were lips, and voices in the outdoors sang in my blood, and from my fangs, and still there were no golden ships. The cauldron bursts the baby bubble, the baby crawls upon Death's shore the shore then bursts a castle's border, suntanned souls head, dazed, indoors. The child in the blackened sand carves moats, and forts, in vein. All errupts, is saved, decays, all hearts, when dyings done, must beat again. Without sight there is no blindness-- so I upon the sound of mom do set my beat to see, but from her red pulse I am soon wrested. Eyes that were sewn shut with sleep are now ripped wide by doctor's spank, I cry and in my father's camera sneer. He's so proud, as I go blank. ࡱ> _Oh+'0$ H l   D h(C:\MSOFFICE\WINWORD\TEMPLATE\NORMAL.DOTEQUUS VII: Blind Fury Dave Parsons Dave Parsons@pSummaryInformation("/@Y@1E@LMicrosoft Word 6.09ࡱ> ܥe= eulllllll 1<&&&=T4Al llllllll:Eye am a Camera The scalding of my eyes in vats of sizzling fat was something I needed cameras just to see, I through pages poured; yellow, white and without borders, seeking visions in photography. I through shining cities toured, but still no light attacked me. So I tried my patience, hand in marriage, yet still no pretty cameras came. I, blinded nearly now by absence of its cruel glare, sought the sullen showers coolant, and in the rain went, running, bare. The twigs against my testes whipped, and foam appeared where once were lips, and voices in the outdoors sang in my blood, and in my fangs. and still there were no golden ships. The cauldron bursts the baby bubble, the baby bursts upon deaths shore the shore then bursts a castles border, suntanned souls head, dazed, indoors. The child in the blackened sand carves moats, and forts, in vein. All errupts, is saved, decays, all hearts when all their dyings done must beat again. Without sight there is no blindness-- so I upon the sound of mom do set my beat, but from her red pulse I am soon wrested. Eyes that were sewn shut with sleep are now ripped wide by doctors spank, I cry and in my fathers camera sneer. Hes so proud, as I go blank. .. .uAm  4Vl!AO`E` 3W~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!-!!K@Normala c"A@"Default Paragraph Font!. : Dave Parsons*C:\MSOFFICE\WINWORD\WORD\ERICH\VAMPYRE.DOCUc AutoClose AUTOCLOSE@WinFaxFaxModemWinFaxWinFax@iinchesC:\WINFAX\DATA\WinFax@iinchesC:\WINFAX\DATA\ 1Times New Roman Symbol &Arial"h FMf "!AEQUUS VII: Blind Fury Dave Parsons Dave Parsonsࡱ>