In these eyes,
you see not fear,
no distortion of the mind,
no not here.
As i stand,
you see not fear,
in the depths of murder,
in the darkness so near.
Within this place,
you see not fear,
for there is something much worse here,
a lack of fear,
low and behold,
the death from these eyes,
now staring back at themselves,
once again,
They've destroyed,
in the night,
this feeling that propels.
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