These Empty Eyes

Keke Serene

I love the title of this. But then again I'm slightly biased becuase I have an obsession with eyes...but I still like it regardless of obsession. :)
The first stanza is certainly interesting. Those first few lines though, "What's wrong, can you see right through me," reminds me of a time when I was at a hospital volunteering and the way this lady looked at me made me check myself once, becuase it literally felt like she was looking though me, like reading all through me...
I've taken this stanza from about two different POVS, a dead person, literally a ghost, or someone who feels empty, and sees that emptiness inside themselves... "A skinless form is all you see" is really how id feel sometimes if you peeled off all my skin. There'd be nothing underneath! Even though I know there's stuff there, muscles and organs, the feeling of absence is quite uncomfortable. I like the idea of a book with no cover, very clever.
"Faded face." Thats a very telling description. For some reason I think of a faded face as having been sanded away. So there's only a skin toned flat thing for your face. Does that make any sense?
"My vices have stripped me ,...face."
That's probably my favorite line so far, becuase bad habits can really tear you apart, they can make you someone you're not, evident when you said "wrenched away the soul." Wrenched is a nice word, I'd like to think it was a struggle to give up ones soul. A sad line indeed.
"Two cards and white crumbs" what does that mean? Don't tell me! It will come to me one day, I think... Hopefully.
"Feeling this familiar feeling" is that feeling anger or failure? Anger is an emotion I hate. A lot. It certainly teases my senses, I don't know about you or anyone else, but like I can go days on end feeling empty, numb, absolutely nothing, and then I get angry over something stupid. It makes no sense to me... I hate anger.
Feeling most alive when you feel like giving up is a hard time indeed. I remember days like that with clarity. It takes a lot, a ton of courage to get past that stage, but it most certainly be done, taking pleasure in the simple things.
The inner me is an interesting line, is that like the true you? It's hard to find the true you. The true you usually whispers and doesn't appear to fight much. At least not my inner self. What inner self is this?
I feel like there were a lot of emotions expressed here so well done! I like this! :)