Scarlet Eyes Poem by Luna Moon

Eerie,
Are those scarlet eyes.
That glare at me,
Behind the blinds.
I shudder,
At their peircing stare.
When night comes,
They're everywhere.
Two eyes that haunt me,
And steal my sleep.
In my nightmares,
They always creep.
Strange to see,
How their redness looms.
Despite when I slumber,
In other rooms.
Mom tells me,
'Just go to bed.'
As beads of sweat,
Cling onto my head.
Now this madness,
I cannot contain.
How scarlet eyes,
Constantly maim.
I rip apart,
The feverant eyes,
To find if they,
Are some disguise.
But no,
They torture me still.
They find my fright,
And absolute thrill.
I shake and shiver,
When I feel them on me.
Constantly glaring,
Like a zombie.
Finally,
I may take no more.
And I run,
To the nearest weapons store.
I put the gun,
Up to my head.
And shot myself,
Till I was dead.
The bullet logged,
Into my brain.
Showed that I,
Couldn't play their game.
And in the underworld,
I met they eyes.
Seems my death,
Was no suprise.
They laugh at us,
The ones they have killed.
If I had a heart,
It would be certainly chilled.
And we watch in horror,
As the mortals hide.
And everyday,
Is another suicide.