Dangerous Wishes III

My eyes,

have unknowingly sought after death‐

unable to delay their gratification

and blissfully crawling closer to the day they will close forever,

they are facing my sin, fully grown‐

unaware of the darkness it hides behind its back

they seek after their own, dangerous wishes.

My eyes,

they cannot see the scars they leave on my heart

nor do they know of the torment that befalls my mind‐

they know nothing of the fires they start

or in what way they set my soul ablaze,

unable to guide their gaze,

the sights they chase

bring pain to my nights‐

they seek after their own, dangerous wishes

but to have them taken away,

is one of my own, dangerous wishes‐

My eyes,

do they produce all of my sin?...

ordering what speech comes from my mouth,

instructing my hands and my feet,

and judging all that they see?

Without the members of my body,

would I really be free of all evil?

Would my mind not be charged as well?...

guilty by association‐

My eyes,

attracted to all can't and shouldn't see‐

but to wish for them for to close,

is one dangerous wish,

and one I ought not make.