The haze is clouding my eyes
but I keep walking.
The haze is thickening
but I continue on the yellow line.

I can’t tell if i’m walking to my end
but I keep walking.
I can no longer see my path
but I walk on it.

I am dead. I am blind.
Yet I keep walking.
I am the walking dead.

I am awake and now I see.
The clouds have disappeared,
the lies have faded.

I can see the writing on the walls.
I can see the blood on your hands.
I can see the blood on my path.
I can see it all.

You thought that I could never see,
but now I do.
The haze is gone and my conciseness has returned.

You woke me up and now I walk,
not on your path but on my own.