Eye sees you
Eye knows what you’ve done
Eye ravishes over your remains
Eye bids you not come
Eye harbours your secrets
Eye lies in wait
Eye dare not close
Eye burdens your fate
Eye is the window
Eye is not the door
Eye allows you to view
Eye dare not let you enter no more
Eye holds prisoners
Eye is not free
Eye is you and
Eye is me
For whom else shall bear witness the horrors of sentience
Absorb the brutality of thought
Mirror the expression of feeling
Expel in delicate liquid form the pain we ought
It is the eyes
The eyes
The eyes
It is the eyes
The eyes
The eyes
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Miles Vaessen
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