There are eyes everywhere,
watching
waiting
staring
Wide open
One in the window and one in the cupboard
One in everywhere else
So I took a pin and poked them out
But then I woke up in the night and they danced above my bed
Their lashes playfully taunting, and all of them staring at my head
And a voice inside my brain said this: "yours will be next, join us and see. Give your eyes to the cause, or we will take them. Give to those in need."
And so I refused
And now I'm quite bemused
Now instead of eyes I'm told, I have just two bloody sockets
At least that's what people say
It's not like I would know, cause they're gone anyway
And still now I think back to that day, wondering what I did wrong
They had said, "we'll see you at the end of may."
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angsty poems i wrote like two years ago
Poesiejust some poems some are stories some are about my identity enjoy bud
