My Eyes

My eyes stay dry To be a dusty dry reflection of will Sandier then the tough jolt of sin My eyes stay cool Freezing the hell that danced in my life Stopping the activity that made my brain spin My eyes…. Are dangerous Look carefully into them There is no howl of defeat found in them Nor is there any dance of victory Look closely… And see that I have given up The gleam you see is not of joy But of frozen expectations Oh yes indeed there is a large expense of thoughtfulness in my gaze I see everything in a light that mocks the sulking shadows Yet my light… is artificial Its shine simmers but for a moment then is taken away in self indulgence Then I’m left alone Left to battle and find my away around the dark My eyes are confused They dart left and right with all the grace of a failing bird Whatever they capture in their gaze they hold it in self denial Uttering curses when the captured tunes them down With mocking music and self exile When my eyes are confused? They become desperate Gasping in any neglected air That air of freedom They choke it up like a lifeline Clutching its spirit With the last of its strength But most of all… My eyes are hurt The ice is protection A shining layer upon a broken heart The desperation of freedom Is the result of being broken apart I have grown After tasting the whip of reality And I have fought Yet above all Above anything there is about my eyes My eyes are doomed