Those Eyes
Those eyes, whose are they?
Those eyes that stare into the abyss of my soul,
stealing all I hold precious, leaving only a sliver of apathy.
Falling to the depths of insanity, I cry out for those eyes.
Those eyes which bore straight through me,
give off a feeling of mercilessness and death.
All goes to darkness and thoughts fade away.
Those eyes, whose were they?
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