The White of Your Eyes
As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.
I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.
I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.
I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.
Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.
Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.
And now your in the ground where you belong.
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Copyright © Brittany Andrews | Year Posted 2012
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