Through Their Eyes
To see is not to believe if we do not listen
Strange that I may say these things
With a knife by my hand, I listen
For that sound I find peace within
I look down towards my victim
A beautiful grotesque creature, she is!
Gouged out eyes, and red, quivering lips
Her song brings me a life tuning tune
To see is not to believe if we do not listen
An odd ideology that is
She has spent her days inside a locked room
I hear strange sounds resound within
But I would not leave it as it is
For no, dark Cupid has arrived
To wield his arrow towards those with doubtful eyes
To see is not to believe if we do not listen
Yet I heard what I saw
To answer my own opinion, I struck her
A bloody red blow to the jaw
Corrupt love they gave me, but through their eyes I gave mine in return
A love as deep, one they cannot simply ignore
Copyright © Nana B. | Year Posted 2016
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