I went to see the bats because I did not want to be home
the bats never came
I stood out in the cold and waited for an hour
It felt good to be able to identify that my fingers where numb
I broke a piece of the rotting fence as I waited
carving my name into the soft wood
I thought “one day I will point this out and say I wrote this. I was here and saw the bats”.
But it become dark
the crowd of people dwindled until it was just me
waiting for the bats who never came

There is something about eyes that scares me
A depth that can never be reached
Revealing no one will be pleased
That a little tempting sadness will be unleashed

Eyes are the gate into one’s soul
Representing what we hold most dear
Be careful not to stare too deep into that hole
For you may just fall into a foreign frontier

I find that they mirror insides
Anger shines with wrath
Fire rolling through iris in red tides
Sadness rushing in waves of a rolling path

I am scared that a look into my eyes
Will tell you all that you need to know
My secrets will be no longer be in guise
Trapped inside of green and yellow

My tears rush down my face
The sadness at war with my mind
Has won with grace
No longer confined

And my eyes gave me away
Now one look will tell you all you need to know
My eyes are the gateway
Into my hidden pain, they glow

That was once in chains
Now freed by the truth
In my eyes
Just look

The mirror taunts me
She knows something I do not
She holds within her a truth
The truth
Reflecting back truth

I do not recognize her anymore
Those cold eyes
And selfish intentions
Every day she changes
Always reflecting
the truth
That I am not the same person
And I do not know those eyes
Staring into my soul
Taunting me

the halls were quite today
filled with a cloud of sadness
it swam in everyone’s eyes
we were drowning in loss
“i’ve lost the ability to be happy. the fog covers everything”
i turned to look at her
strands of curly blonde hair crumpled in knots
her puffy eyes perpetually watery
she was on the verge of breaking
holding herself together with nothing
everywhere you looked people were torn apart
by the boy who crashed his car and died

a face is haunting me
it’s all i can see in the darkness of night
hovering above my consciousness
slowly filling the cracks in my heart
until all i can see is loneliness

the piercing eyes remind me
that i killed
it
i destroyed it
to a haunting memory
of teenage innocence
of laying in bed wrapped in a blanket
holding hands while staring into his eyes
laughing till tears streamed down my cheeks
washing away stress
till he was all i saw

the face won’t let me forget
that i killed him
it drifts in and out
now all i see is him
looking at me in confusion
whispering “i’m sad”
that crestfallen face won’t let me forget
that i killed everything

there is a face haunting me

i am waiting
for my thoughts to spiral
uncontrollably, twisting and turning
until i am trapped in a knot of despair
unable to unravel my own mind

i am waiting
for my mouth to open
angrily, gasping and heaving
until i am destroyed by inescapable darkness
unable to expel my own demons

i am waiting
for the knife to not be sharp enough
anxiously, cutting and failing
until i am left with a tiny scar
unable to vanish from my soul

i am waiting
to not be enough to stay
foolishly, hoping and wondering
until i realize i will always be just here
the person who never leaves
who will never be noticed
but is always waiting until one day she is
waiting on a dream