Edosewele's script

It was the authenticity of your voice that bothered me.  

The certainty you exuded. 

In obvious ways that made you seem, perhaps  

Indestructible? 

 

It grew my fears as you chatted away. 

And rather than being imbued with faith and strength 

I become afraid, I tremble in fear.  

Because in waking nights, Perfect doesn't seem close by. 

 

Your confidence gave no warning.  

Nor did it share any sense of safety. 

It usually gave the impression of the one blinded rat. 

Leaving the blind ones to a place prepared for death