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by nightshade Jun 16, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
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!