Damn My Hourglass Eyes

Damn my hourglass eyes-- This I think I see I cannot hide-- Things to be for those who go before-- Concerning only me and nothing more-- I first died at sixteen this I cannot hide-- Bumped the head and bruised that which was inside-- Now a broken toy-- a limping dog with two legs-- Won't have the chance to learn that giving dance-- My only reward I'm told, Is that violent forgetfulness when I grow old