All I see are these eyes.
These dark, dark eyes,
floating on a sea of darkness - not connect to a body.
Just there - up close to me.
Pressing against my eyes.
I felt like the eyes had pushed into my own eyes.
Peaked in to my very soul
Breaking my weak spine and mind.
I want to scream
Pray for this to be a dream
But fear has a funny way
Of stopping you doing what you want.
So I do nothing.
And life goes on.
*Oh, but those eyes.
They're in my brain.
They're here to stay.
Hasn't posted in awhile. Something a bit darker. Mel is at it again.