My eyes...stay dry
to be the dusty reflection of will
sandier than the tough jolt of sin
my eyes... stay cool
freezing all hell that danced within my soul
stopping all activity that made my brain spin
my eyes... are dangerous
there is no howl of defeat upon them
nor is there any dance of victory
look closely...
and see that i have given up hope
the gleam that you see is not of joy
but of frozen expectations
i see everything in a light, that mocks the sulking shadows
yet my light is artificial
for a moment it simmers than is taken away in self indulgence
I lay alone... left to battle and find my way around teh dark
My eyes... are confused
darting left and right with all the grace of a flailing bird
whatever they capture in their gaze they hold in self denial
with mocking music towards the accepted
utterring curses when the captured turns them down
when my eyes are confused...
they become desperate
gasping in any expected air
that air is freedom
they choke it up liek a lifeline
but most of all my eyes...are hurt
The ice is protection, a shining layer upon a broken heart
The desperation of freedom, teh result of being broken apart