The Eyes

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
An inability to communicate leads to crushing despair.

Submitted: April 14, 2017

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Submitted: April 14, 2017



The eyes,

They follow my every step.

Peeling and pulling,

Until of my facade there's nothing left.

I can feel them invade my sleep.

Into my soul their gaze goes deep.

Hundreds of eyes,

They grab me wherever I go.

Whispering in a tongue of truths,

Until my faults are made a white glow.

I can feel my soul made exposed.

In their depths of black I implode.

Thousands of eyes,

They crush me into the floor.

Snickering in silent unison,

Until their presence presses into pores.

I can feel my soul slowly squeeze.

Under their weight it seeps and flees.

Somewhere beyond the eyes' endless expanse,

I know that there was a hidden sanctuary.

Somewhere that the eyes' can never glance,

Lies a truth about me they will never see.

But the eyes,

They now pull the remnant strings.

Directing and pulling,

Until at their whims a void shell springs.

Somewhere my soul is a pile that now weeps,

As into the dust pan a janitor sweeps.

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