I see icy eyes, that entice
Staring at me with their lies
Telling me I'm good for nothing
Nothing, nada, zero, trying
To bring me down, into the void
Of despair and failure, making me hide
From those eyes, as cold as ice
Please do not hurt me, please be nice
I want to live too, with hope
Without peeking at the ceiling or the rope
I deserve the world too
So dear mirror on the wall, i know its you
Be nice to me, with those eyes of yours
You're ever existent, staring into souls
An image, an illusion, you belong to all
So whisper to them, to me, into the soul
Tell us to stay strong and strive
In spite of all, tell us we can make it through alive
I deserve it, we all do, so i beg of thou
Dear eyes of mine, I'm trying, don't hurt me now
YOU ARE READING
Entice
PoetryRoll the dice now and realise, the odds of your survival. The chances that you make it through all the conflicts and criticism that comes from within, sometimes get so slim that you'd rather bring it to a close yourself. And yet we live on, we surv...
