Senpaku eyes, the pallor grows,
More white than soul begins to show,
As if the tide within retreats—
And leaves me hollow, incomplete.
The mirrors catch what I evade,
A drifting gaze that will not stay,
It lingers long where light once lived—
Then flickers faint… as though it gives.
No cry, no gasp—just quiet thin,
A loosening thread beneath the skin,
The world recedes in ashen sighs—
And widens still… these senpaku eyes.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
Senpaku eyes, the pallor grows,
More white than soul begins to show,
As if the tide within retreats—
And leaves me hollow, incomplete.
The mirrors catch what I evade,
A drifting gaze that will not stay,
It lingers long where light once lived—
Then flickers faint… as though it gives.
No cry, no gasp—just quiet thin,
A loosening thread beneath the skin,
The world recedes in ashen sighs—
And widens still… these senpaku eyes.
