When I gaze into my eyes
I see cloudy lakes filled
with poignant obsession,
murky shame,
a room as dirty
as the brain of a succubus.
When I look into my eyes
I see dark forests
with chatty branches
dead, reviving itself
through thrill of living
spreading in through its roots.
I see cloudy lakes filled
murky shame,
a room as dirty
as the brain of a succubus.
When I look into my eyes
I see dark forests
with chatty branches
dead, reviving itself
through thrill of living
spreading in through its roots.