I feel as though I am being observed
from a place nearby, masked by the darkness
This attention feels maliciously served;
I wish that the watchers would ask for less.

The eyes hidden within every shadow
dutifully watch my every movement.
I'll make a mistake, I know that they know.
And when they catch me, they'll make me repent.

I trust the dark when it shows me a sign
because the eyes in the dark are all mine.