Her sky blue
His dull hazel
My demon green
Every pair a mere reflection
Or window to the pain
Her eyes show her death wish
Avoiding my gaze with quick swish
of her hair. Those blue eyes
They tell us no lies
His eyes show the hidden dejection
They show a fear of rejection
Those hazels dulled now
Always forcing mine to bow
My eyes the demonic curse
I couldnt think of anything worse
They twist the world
To an image i could behold
We three friends
Three pairs of eyes
Three types of pain
Three prisoners who want to be free
Only the night
Lets me to go fight
Lets her go to the knife
and will let him have a life
These dying eyes
We each despise
They give us away
They always betray
The false glee
Revealing the desire to be free
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
Her sky blue
His dull hazel
My demon green
Every pair a mere reflection
Or window to the pain
Her eyes show her death wish
Avoiding my gaze with quick swish
of her hair. Those blue eyes
They tell us no lies
His eyes show the hidden dejection
They show a fear of rejection
Those hazels dulled now
Always forcing mine to bow
My eyes the demonic curse
I couldnt think of anything worse
They twist the world
To an image i could behold
We three friends
Three pairs of eyes
Three types of pain
Three prisoners who want to be free
Only the night
Lets me to go fight
Lets her go to the knife
and will let him have a life
These dying eyes
We each despise
They give us away
They always betray
The false glee
Revealing the desire to be free
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