you look at me like that
and expect me not to shutter.
your glare burns through glaciers
and pierces through titanium.
you glare to all
yet it's me who gets
the most painful glare you got?
i'm down on the ground
and see the evil glowing behind your eyes.
im down. and still.
you. look. down.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:08 PM UTC
you look at me like that
and expect me not to shutter.
your glare burns through glaciers
and pierces through titanium.
you glare to all
yet it's me who gets
the most painful glare you got?
i'm down on the ground
and see the evil glowing behind your eyes.
im down. and still.
you. look. down.
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