There's a spark in your eyes that makes me jealous...

Even hope doesn't shimmer that bright.

...

look in to my eyes.

down, down, down it goes.
this abyss of nothing whole.

galaxies made of broken pieces of me.
hollowed voices drift from every chasm of a fractured soul.

this darkness is greedy.

so close your eyes, and pull yourself away.

before

these hollowed voices beguile you,

before

galaxies transfix your gaze and siphon your light.

so close your eyes, and pull yourself away.

Because there's a glint in my eye, that's beginning to make you jealous.