Mirroring what's bright
With dead unassuming eyes,
Its life dwells only out of sight.
Swallowing the blackness of the room
It appears to writhe, silently shifting,
A child's gaze on a rotting face
Waits patiently for something
It doesn't know, and absently scratches
Deep gashes into its cheek.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Mirroring what's bright
With dead unassuming eyes,
Its life dwells only out of sight.
Swallowing the blackness of the room
It appears to writhe, silently shifting,
A child's gaze on a rotting face
Waits patiently for something
It doesn't know, and absently scratches
Deep gashes into its cheek.
