Open Eyes
In the dead of the night the spirit stands and stares
Watching, watching a boy make a fool of himself
His pointless yells fills the brisk night air
Then he runs and then it begins
The thrashing and slashing fills the once still air
Torn to pieces he struggles to live
The boy filled with anger is now filled with loneliness
The dying boy strokes the pure white fur that opened his eyes of lies to the truth of the world
Copyright © Sarah Griffel | Year Posted 2015
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