Blinding.

Stop looking at me like that.
Your eyes hold the devil's secrets,
Prices and
Miscommunication.
They say the want me close as skin to bones,
Blood to lips and my will to the grave.
You need to look away this instant.
A black fog of inky waters
Is pouring out my orbs,
And sliding into your veins.
I was not asking for you.
Soothing nothing in you.
Mid fortunate boy,
Stop looking at me like that,
Like you love me again.

Reviews

[lark1311]

This brings a lot of feelings up. I think we've all had similar feelings. Great word use and I really like the flow. Nice write.