I feel as though I am being observed
from a place nearby, masked by the darkness
This attention feels maliciously served;
I wish that the watchers would ask for less.
The eyes hidden within every shadow
dutifully watch my every movement.
I'll make a mistake, I know that they know.
And when they catch me, they'll make me repent.
I trust the dark when it shows me a sign
because the eyes in the dark are all mine.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 11:39 PM UTC
I feel as though I am being observed
from a place nearby, masked by the darkness
This attention feels maliciously served;
I wish that the watchers would ask for less.
The eyes hidden within every shadow
dutifully watch my every movement.
I'll make a mistake, I know that they know.
And when they catch me, they'll make me repent.
I trust the dark when it shows me a sign
because the eyes in the dark are all mine.
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