Black Eyes
Those burnt black wrathful eyes staring,
Truly a sharp pencil
Truly as dark as my soul
Truly marking a scroll
Those burnt black wrathful eyes staring,
Seeing in lies I produced
Seeing in hateful help I created
Seeing in an angry time, dated
Those burnt black wrathful eyes staring,
Looking at screens of absurd god power
Looking at parts of parts of parts of me.
Looking at what will be.
Copyright © Jacob Preston-Bridges | Year Posted 2020
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