The eyes are the windows to the
Soul
Once blue eyes now turned gray
An empty soul in array
The echo of my screams never stop
Through valleys and mountains
Once green
No lush now to be seen
The nightmare of inaudible screams
Is now a reality
My piercing eyes look straight through you
My windows are fogged up
And so is my soul.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
The eyes are the windows to the
Soul
Once blue eyes now turned gray
An empty soul in array
The echo of my screams never stop
Through valleys and mountains
Once green
No lush now to be seen
The nightmare of inaudible screams
Is now a reality
My piercing eyes look straight through you
My windows are fogged up
And so is my soul.
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