Eyes
Eyes,
They haunt me,
As if I were a murderer,
The eyes of a million victims,
Victims of my self-torture,
Of my self-hate,
Of my lies,
Of the life I’ve been living
Regardless of others,
Regardless of myself.
My reflections distorted
By bloodshed and tears,
I hold your picture close to my heart,
I whisper to my unseeing eyes
I love you
Copyright © Amber Pearson | Year Posted 2007
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