I look into your eyes
Human on the surface
Underneath cold unfeeling
I reach and touch your hand
Hard, cold, unyielding
You touch makes me cringe
I yell, you blankly stare
Eyes cold and dead
Is your heart stone?
I reach to strike you face
Your features splinter
A spider web fracture
I muse in amazement
You dead eyes multiplied
Many eyes peer out
I hate you heartlessness
Blood from my hand
Flows down your features
I look at my hand you look at yours
Blood on your glassy form
I take you off the wall
You sicken me, you don’t feel at all
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I look into your eyes
Human on the surface
Underneath cold unfeeling
I reach and touch your hand
Hard, cold, unyielding
You touch makes me cringe
I yell, you blankly stare
Eyes cold and dead
Is your heart stone?
I reach to strike you face
Your features splinter
A spider web fracture
I muse in amazement
You dead eyes multiplied
Many eyes peer out
I hate you heartlessness
Blood from my hand
Flows down your features
I look at my hand you look at yours
Blood on your glassy form
I take you off the wall
You sicken me, you don’t feel at all
