Blindfolded

You're looking too closely, 

You need to turn back.

The white's turned crimson,

And the crimson's turned black.

Strike a blow, why would you so?

Dig in deep, it's hollow beneath.

Cut yourself, you've been warned of this.

You've taken it too far,

To the dim corner of the street.

Take a step back, take a breath deep.

It's okay to be your own critic.

Perfect is a word that you've completely gotten wrong.

It isn't so bad.

Why is the blindfold still on?