Eyes of Thine

Was it of no fun
To stand and wonder,
Consume in awe
Of a life so twisted
And clearly undone?

What is it that you see?
Stars shining so brightly,
Or a face, masked tightly,
There and now, and in between?

Paper hearts
And rock ‘n’ roll songs
Broken dolls laying in death,
Strewn in a million parts

Comfort is a mystery—
Taken for granted; and not dearly
As death swings to and fro; swiftly
Ending it now or never—it’s beyond me

Love letters and Valentines,
Sweet chocolates for you
And the eyes of evil
Look into the eyes of thine

And we find no joy
Whatsoever, my dear
When we have discovered
The horrid truth of lies—
The eyes of thine were a toy