Black Dead Eyes

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My eyes are dead

they show

my soul.

Your eyes

have been empty

so I mimic.

You send me

spiraling to pain

you send me

flying in rejoice

But I'm still

dead

in the grave.

Give me

the one reason for

my heart to beat.

Strike the fire

back into my

black dead eyes.

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