Jun 2011
Just eyes.
When I close them,
that is all I am.
Just eyes.
Eyes with a pulse…
an inconsistent pulse…
one that I fear may quit.
Throw in the towel.
Just eyes.
Eyes that aren’t ready for death.
When I close them,
that is all I am.
Just eyes.
Eyes with a pulse…
an inconsistent pulse…
one that I fear may quit.
Throw in the towel.
Just eyes.
Eyes that aren’t ready for death.
