When our eyes meet
I was scared the color from them would drain

But instead, I'm lost in a field of grain wheat
Lost in a world where there is no pain

All I want to do is feast
Feast on the eyes that I want in vain

But we all know as soon as I look away,
The color will drain and we will be on our merry ways

Fear surges through the legs
As you watch in what all might consider,
Death.
The sulfur-tongued creature
A conspiracy against the world
Darkness.
In the corner of it all, the damning evidence of
The world,
Let it slam into your face
And let it consume

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