They say that truth is found amongst the caverns in your heart
But I? I am more akin to the eye.
The crevice that gapes lets the light filter through
When I look into your piercing pupil
There is nowhere to hide
And thus I can decipher whether the words you whisper,
Are the truth, or lies.

It is not just the iris itself which stands so bare
Defenceless
To the ******* of a man who searches for answers.

The eyelashes, too, give away inklings
And indications of what is to come.
You blink and I sense hesitation,
Refusing to let your eyes meet mine,
A feeling seeps over me,
I'm sensing a lie.

But amongst all the uncertainty
That the eyes do bring
When you shoot down that one foolhardy look...
Well,
A man would go to hell and back just to get his fix.

And suddenly there are no more doubts,
just eyes.