Your eyes are like daggers,
Cold and sharp.
I'm unable to perceive
Why you've dug a hole so deep
Into your own heart.
What do you wish to mask
So much that you carve out yourself?
Why do you flee from the inevitable
That will consume your soul?
This is your hidden Hell.
I won't intervene, though.
This is your own uphill battle.
I have no obligation
Or intention to be your savior.
Maybe I'm too cruel,
Leaving you to your own devices
Because you'll surely snap, fail, and fall
Under the weight of your own vices.
