TW: Nightmares, Paranoia, Psychological Distress, Hopelessness, Despair, Existential Dread, Surveillance.
(They say eyes don't lie, for eyes do know, Witnesses to all, from dawn's first glow, To twilight's end, they see it all, They see you, heed every call. No secret hides from their piercing sight, In shadows deep or blinding light, Unblinking, they behold the truth, Eyes that capture every proof.)
In the hush of night, they gleam,
A silent watch, a nightmare's scheme,
Eyes like voids, they stalk the dark,
Piercing through, they leave a mark.
From shadows deep, they softly leer,
In every corner, ever near,
Glistening with a spectral glow,
The eyes that never let you go.
In twilight's grip, they whisper lies,
A million questions, thin disguise,
Their silent stare, a heavy shroud,
Beneath the weight, your soul is bowed.
No refuge found in blinding light,
They linger still, they hold you tight,
A constant vigil, never ceased,
From their gaze, there's no release.
Hope withers in their endless night,
In their depths, no dawn in sight,
A watchful curse, a ceaseless pain,
Eyes that bind with spectral chain.
In every mirror, every glance,
In every fleeting happenstance,
Their presence known, a chilling breath,
A dance of life, a dance with death.
Oh, to escape, to break their hold,
From eyes so cruel, so cold, so old,
But in their depths, you drown, you fall,
Eyes that see, and know it all.
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Echoes of the Unspoken
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems, scattered like leaves, shared in the hope that someone might find solace and know they are not alone in their turmoil. Beware, for these poems are not for the faint of heart; they arise from the darkest recesses of m...
