As I gaze across this hazy room
My eyes lock upon hers.
Her stare is a lioness about to lunge onto
a suicidal prey.
Her eyes like fire burn my flesh,
leaving nothing but a broken heart and a twisted mind.
She is the flame in my cold dispassionate world.
She stabs me with drag from her cigarette;
Warm blood rushes from me,
reminding me I'm still alive.

Time, Memory, Morality all come to a screeching halt.

Ivory, Ivy, Ebony eyes.
The eyes I fear in my nightmares
and long for in my dreams.
Eyes that have turned good men bad
and great men dead.
Eyes that have broken homes
and destroyed nations.

How could I refuse?