I look into a mirror
And lean in close.
The world seems to shrink
And all i can see
Is my Eyes
Color splashes in gray, blue, and green
Like an ocean swirling endlessly
Like a city climbing to the sky
Like a blooming flower at the worlds midnight
But in the center
are soulless eyes.
Deep, the holes they are
engulfing my iris like a hungry Dark Star
Truly the portal to my soul
But my soul is frightened and weak
it yearns for something new,
so it may become complete.
My soul needs something loving.
Inspiration comes in the weirdest places
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