You let me see the ache in my lover's cheeks;
the pride in my father's smile;
the utter beauty of a sundown against falling snow - Eyes I love you.
 
But eyes why do you let me perceive so much I wonder. 
 
The image of my lover's back;
the resentment in my father's smirk;
the rain washing all the beauty to ash - I can't stand it eyes.
 
The amazement of seeing wonders is clouded by the never-ending sorrows that keep replaying themselves all around my shoulder blades like devils in dust scorning and crying
           Screaming out every failure my trembling hands have ever pounded into friends and family only wanting me to stay away from the river, and the oblivion awaiting there.
 
Eyes, I am sorry.
 
I know you can't act like a father to a premature child and build bubbles of air all around me.
I know that love fades and fathers' hate and snow disappears at the first ray of spring. But eyes when you turn around and let me see the devil within you make me detest myself. I'm not strong enough to face the music I've made or the bridges I've left in flames -  
               I'm not even strong enough to face myself.
 
That's why I ask of you eyes, to please leave me be for a while.
I just need some time to learn to cope with the devil being alive.
 
I'll call for you when enough sunsets have passed and I've learned to live with my own name.
 
When I've learned to look my mistakes in the eye.
 
When I've learned to love myself.