I have eyes of glass, you say, Like a Victorian stuffed animal.
Your eyes betray your anguish Strained or swimming.
Carnal snarl Canines for ripping
Curiosity killed the cat, How evading and paradoxical When it is plain we are animal, Grappling bodies.
When your eyes swim with pain and confusion Regularly and sporadically I am left at sea, afraid of water Seaweed choking despair, You are too busy drowning To hold my hand