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Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2202872
Psyche, personality
Do your eyes turn off like a light switch?
Mine flip off, then they're someone elses, to twitch.
Making my eyes become your eyes,
from all the lies and demise.
I curse the skies.
Forever here lies,
maggots and flies.
A light switch, eyes.
Many, many tries.
Multiplied cries.
Oh the many wretched eyes of mine.
None of which are ever, ever fine.
Maybe in due time,
as I'm writhing in slime.
I'm slipping down a hole inside my mind.
My eyes, where've they gone?
And why, oh why, for so long?
Perhaps they're writing a song?
But not for too long, eyes gone.
They'll be back,
from the black.
That's their home.
All so alone,
down to the bone.
And always with the tone.
So angry sometimes,
from hurt and lies.
Maggots and flies.
All of these eyes,
cry for demise.
I curse the skies.
My eyes, your eyes.
the many eyes of I,
and continually try.
But why?
Light switch, twitch,
or die.

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