When Her Eyes Turn Blue
I am possessed by her cold vision,
Her lips sing beautiful words that I know will never be true,
But the lies make it seem real,
When her eyes turn blue.
She would give my soul to the devil,
To save her fate, but I’ll wait for her, here, forever,
Inside my madness,
When her eyes turn blue.
Lying under her shame, in the dark,
Call it psychopathic atonement,
We kiss on the lips and exchange sins,
Even though she sees red in the dark,
Her eye’s glow blue.
So confused by this guilty pleasure,
No doubt this is dysfunctional,
Our relationship is abused,
But her eyes are so blue.
Fear is our glue, we envy the world,
And the people who are content with it,
Jealously is her worldview,
When her eyes go blue.
I write these memoirs in a diary of neurotic truths,
By my side will forever be,
The girl whose eyes turn blue.
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