Dec 2016
Your eyes
scorch holes
into the depths
of my soul.
I'm staring into
the eyes of hell,
but,
on the surface,
I am cool,
calm,
and collected.
I refuse
to buckle
beneath
the heat
of your
fury.
scorch holes
into the depths
of my soul.
I'm staring into
the eyes of hell,
but,
on the surface,
I am cool,
calm,
and collected.
I refuse
to buckle
beneath
the heat
of your
fury.
