Evil eyes

by nightshade   Jun 16, 2006


When you look out window and stare through the mist,
your eyes feel so cold,
why do i exist?

stop looking up at me
am i still alive
your hatred and coldness
how do i survive?

so quit with the evils,
those eyes icy dance,
those hypnotic pupils that send me into a trance.

why cant i resist you?
although i have tried, it's
those soul seeking creepers
OF YOUR EVIL EYES!

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