Blank Glare Lyrics Novels & Stories

Hit me like a ray of sun Burning through my darkest night You're the only one that I want Think I'm addicted to your light I swore I'd never fall again But this doesn't even feel like falling Gravity can't forget To pull me back to the ground again Feels like I've been awakened Every rule I had you break it The risk that I'm taking I'm never gonna shut you out Everywhere I'm looking now I'm surrounded by your embrace Baby, I can see your halo You know you're my saving grace You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away I can feel your halo (halo) halo I can see your halo (halo) halo I can feel your halo (halo) halo I can

My gray skies and my daze. END

"What?" "I might be blind, my sweet wife, but I can hear how shallow your breathing is," Damien murmured, his lips curving into a dangerous, lazy smile. "You're suffocating in that silk. Take it off. Change into something comfortable. Pretend I’m not even here." Avery stared at him. Her eyes darted from his relaxed posture to the pitch-black sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s blind, she reminded herself, her face flushing a deep, burning crimson. He can't see a thing. To him, the room is completely dark.

Then Daniel spoke again, his voice lower. “Your eyes are so beautiful,” he said. “Sometimes I even think you’re fooling me.” My fingers paused for half a second before I forced them to continue their rhythm. “That you’re not actually blind,” he finished.

I yelled back, "And who do you think you're talking to? I put up with you only because I liked you and was grateful to Lauren. Now you only make me sick. You've got no privileges with me anymore." He stepped closer, his voice shaking with anger. "Say that again! Damn it! I make you sick?" I tilted my head and enunciated, "I'm done with you! You only make me sick! Clear enough? I can say it again if you don't get it." He was pissed off. "This is just great! Even if you beg me now, I won't give you the time of day!" His words reminded me of something, and I snorted.

When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!" He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly. His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him. Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg. He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly." The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight. "Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."

“Okay. I’ll talk you through it step by step. First, I’ll remove the outer bandages. Your eyes might be sensitive to the light, so just keep them closed until I say.” Hands I don’t recognize begin unwrapping the bandages. Slow. Gentle. One final tug and the bandages are gone. My eyelids are still closed. Everything feels bright, even through them. I take a deep breath. “Whenever you’re ready,” the doctor says softly. I open them. At first, it’s just light, blinding and overwhelming. Shapes blur into one another, the edges soft and uncertain. But then, slowly, things come into focus. Bash is the first face I see, his eyes glassy, a grin fighting its way onto his face. “And?” he says, almost b

I ask with a smile on my face. “I don’t do singing,” he responds. “Oh, then I have just the thing that will change your tune.” The silence around is overwhelming. I know that all eyes are on me “Give me another blindfold.” I can feel the soft texture of the small fabric in my hands. I wrap the blindfold around clenched fists. Walk towards Gregory. Slowly. Just when I was about to bind the blindfold around his eyes, he pushed my hands away. “Get hold of him!” I shout.