As I pondered,
and watched the eyelid
unwrap itself like
a horrible tentacle,
I realised that
opening the door was

a fatal error.

You see,
I sit here, and
it watches me intently.
And of course,
I stare back.

'What?'

'Stupid me', I think.
It's a ******* eye.
It can't speak for itself.
But what if it could?
Would it say anything?
What about:

'Close that ******' door,
yer lettin all the heat out!'

Possible, I guess.