Look deep inside your thoughts,
in places I cannot hear or speak,
in the vast knot of person’s lots,
where your deep river may leak,
in you minds eye you see me,
do you see but mine’s eyes,
drowning you like a vast sea,
cutting away at your nervous lies,
my eyes like the ivy leaf,
itching away at your conscience,
leaving your lacking knowledge brief,
dragging you into vile insolence,
leaving you unable to see deeper,
one of but a greater picture,
as I watch your evading leer,
showing a sign of danger near,
do you really look past the eyes,
the ones to which you have lied,
eyeing me cautiously as the moon rise,
holding back your injured pride,
a thin veil held before me,
to which you cannot bare to look,
as your past comes back to haunt thee,
fleeting as your head lowers into the brook,
your lies build a thicker veil,
one to which may soon to be cast in stone,
injuring your thoughts like pounding hail,
leaving you soon to be alone,
is it really worth it?
to sit in such dire ignorance,
seeing but such a little bit,
just to hold your pathetic stance,
to see but my green eyes,
and still feel them edge at you,
instead of let the tide rise,
washing away feelings but a few,
feeling cleansed and living anew,
but you live behind this blinding cage,
lost from behind avoiding the brew,
my eyes edging away at you through the ages...
