Halls of the Blind

I can see what you see not

Vision milky then eyes rot

When you turn they will be gone

Whispering their hidden song

Then you see what cannot be

Shadows move where light should be

Out of darkness out of mind

Cast down into the halls of the blind

I like how the poem seems so dark, it also flowed well and was easy to read..

The first two lines appealed to me most;

I can see what you see not

Vision milky then eyes rot

The way you described the vison being milky just stood out more.

thank you. i thought that up awhile ago.