| Shadows pressed up against the walls, a hidden agenda. eyes unseeing, unwilling, of the concentrated darkness pooling. Haunting darkness slides along, a new objective in sight. eyes unseeing, unwilling, let it slip on by. Come, to the goal of all along, of which shadows contemplate eyes unseeing, unwilling, still averting thereselves. Dancing the last dance of blood filled dreams, screams, eyes are forced to look, and see, the design of fatal elegance. Looking, just recently seeing, what was there all along. eyes descry,conceiving, how neglection is concluded. ~i hope you enjoyed this poem :) i wrote it while listening to Zetzubou Billy ,by Maximum the Hormone, in ten minutes. all feedback is appreciated! thank you for reading~ |