You come to thee through turning eyes.

Why do you look so wastefully.

The only crime you commit is upon yourself.

And, you are asking for repentance --- through burning eyes.

How much skin have you torn thru my back.

See, I just sewn it up yesterday and the day before that.

Yet it still bleeds through my worn torn shirt.

Ask yourself this, are you done with all that.

I cannot believeth in you.

As you have taken so much and have left me abstruse.

Your turning burning eyes reflects all.

I see your daggers.

One claw filled with red.

You have not changed.

Turn and smirk at another -- that you want to break and make to bone.