Look into the eyes,
the eyes which degrade and ******.
Condemning those who wish to escape to years in solitude.
Tearing apart the wounds of scars healed up long, long, ago.
Peeeeeeeling back the wall paper which covered up monstrosities, and capturing the deranged inside the wicked;
placing them upon the souls of those innocent thoughts,
those innocent desires and wishes
and dreams.
Burning the shape of water into the stagnant pose of fragility.
Grappling with dandelions trying to steal the berries.
Pouring gas into the wilderness
the beautiful,
free,
                                                                                            abyss of hope,
Shattered with the soft whispers of the trees themselves.

Infiltrate.
Just like a burning fire,
lights a can of gasoline.

Just like your eyes.