The eyes

As dots in the forest were glaring,

trying not to look,

is more complicated than you think.

the best you can do is busy your mind.

What am going to do today?

Finish my work.

Yes.

What was the last thing i had to do.

I think it ha..

Looking straight into the pure redness of the dots, 

is more than a soul can take.

ripping apart the heart,

wrapping around the neck.