Dead eyes,
Like a broken gate,
Are not the door to the soul anymore.
Dead eyes,
Make me wonder,
If the soul is dead, too?
Dead words,
Out of your mouth,
Full of contradictions and manipulation.
Dead words,
Entangle themselves,
In in fabrications of a sick mind.
Dead eyes,
Don’t blink,
Not even if you think you should bring on tears.
Dead eyes,
Even scarier,
In a face that doesn’t move on top a a rigid body.
Dead language,
Void of emotion,
Bar pure violence and hatred.
Dead language,
You know what you should say,
But make sure that it cannot be followed through.
Dead eyes,
Are frightening,
They give goosebumps to my bones,
The hair on my neck rises,
My stomach clenches,
Archaic scripts on my DNA wanting to grab my stone-edged-spear,
Adrenaline kicks my body into full blown fight mode.
Dead eyes,
No-one at home,
All that’s left is bile, anger, pain, loss.
There is no help for dead eyes.
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