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Silent Eyes
I always look behind me
for I feel someone is there
I feel your eyes all over me
but I can't see you anywhere.
I can smell your anger
locked so deep inside your soul
You had to feel the power
and so, my life, you stole.
I can taste the warmth and sweetness
of the blood you took from me
But the scars upon my spirit
are the wounds I can't set free.
I still feel the stinging touch
of all those pleading tears
and death lay gently beside me
and brought to me, this lasting fear.
For now, I feel I'm nothing
my shattered pieces on the floor
Once I knew a trusted world
now I have nothing to live for.
Darkness feels so evil now
and still I am searching for the light
And throughout life's misery
one day I hope I win this fight.
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