An eye that keeps the shadows,
a bottomless, nameless well.
In its glow, truths drown
that were never meant to be told.
Black, like the silence
before the soul breaks apart,
like tears falling softly
without asking the dark.
You look… and something dies,
slowly, without a sound.
Because some eyes don’t just see—
they pull you underground.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
An eye that keeps the shadows,
a bottomless, nameless well.
In its glow, truths drown
that were never meant to be told.
Black, like the silence
before the soul breaks apart,
like tears falling softly
without asking the dark.
You look… and something dies,
slowly, without a sound.
Because some eyes don’t just see—
they pull you underground.
