The machines turned to me
And locked with a piercing stare.
Its perfectly dead eyes
Lacking a sci-fi scarlet glare.
I can't find souls
Behind these curtains of steel.
Falling into this unblinking abyss.
And I don't know what to feel.
The eyes always give it away.
At least, that's what the movies say.
But in reality, they don't glow.
Is it ill intent? I wouldn't wait to know.
I ran the other direction
Hoping I wasn't followed,
That I'd find a corner to hide;
That I'd find a place to think.
I hear the footsteps getting closer
It's like they always know where I am.
They know what I think and what I fear.
Like they always see and always hear.
I've got nowhere to run and hide.
Is this where I die? I wouldn't know.
The evil robots,
They never had red eyes.
I've always had the fear of never understanding what people think of me, and what it might mean when they approach me. So I tend to hide from people. It's like if half the robots in the world turned evil, and none of them had red eyes.