Her eyes
well outlined with ghosts of her past
Sunken in unknown depths
Loaded with the fake reality
Smudged with momentary slip ups
Burdened with her dreams
Tired of sleepless nightmares.
Her eyes
Hide a glimpse of life
In the red that flash in pictures
In the light that put happy curves on her face
In the ferocity with which she pierce random souls
In the sarcasm that doesn't match the blades of her tongue with warmth of her glimpse
Everything people find repelling lay guarding the warmth I carve with all my heart
Over the dead bodies of lost relationships and severed bonds
I crave for the undead that lay beyond.
