My mother told me
"Be careful of what you do
Because their eyes
Will always follow you
They kept watch
At whatever you do
Whether you sleep,
you eat, you sh*t
Or laugh and cry."
They'd still watch you.
They're just eyes
Yet for some reason
They can hear so much
And clatter so loudly.
Ahhhh. I want their eyes.
I want to gouge them out
One by one and stare at it.
I can't have enough
Especially the looks in it
They try to hide their feelings
But their eyes say it all
Whether it's hate, love or lust,
That's why I love eyes
Your tongue can lie
But your eyes can't
It tells me so much more
Than you could ever tell
About yourself.
Just looking at it.
I have seen all your bare feelings
And all the things you've been through
Like how you still vividly remember
The day your mother died.
Do you know what kind of eyes I love the most?
It's eyes full of despair.
To be specific, I want your eyes.
You desperately try to smile but your eyes are crying
There may be no tears but it's clearly dying
When your mother died, she looked at you
Filled with regret, and love for you
Because she let herself died early
While leaving you behind with nobody to lean on
I still remember that you were so young and naive
Your eyes were filled with fear and confusion
Because you couldn't understand the things
The things that you were seeing and the things you saw
No one was supposed to see it
But a mere child like you
Was able to witnessed
The atrocious things I've done.
That's why when I saw you again
I recalled my mother's words
It's funny how caring mothers would be
For the future of their child but
They couldn't even seem to care about their own.
You ask me why I did the things I did
The answer was simple it was because
"I enjoyed it."
The despair in your eyes turned to rage and hatred.
You eyes are simply too beautiful
Whether you look at me
With Despair, or Hatred
I can't bring myself to look away
I am attracted to those deep eyes
That's why I hope that your eyes
Would never run out of emotions
Just like mine did.
Your mother's last words was
"I pity you"
When I heard her say that
It drove me mad,
She died looking at me with pity
There was no fear or hatred in her eyes
Just pity for an emotionless doll
As I reached my last breathe,
I gently caressed your cheeks
Wanting to reach for your eyes
And grab them out
But it would be such a waste
So I let it go.
The house burned
And everything around me was crimson
Including my blood.
