Introspection

Those eyes that follow me,

Disembodied, haunting, horrific;

They see all I do and see,

Drip coldly up my spinal panic.

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What do they see in me?

Why do they follow?

Why their visceral inquiry?

With their sockets so hollow?

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They follow my every move,

Watch everything I do;

They stare and disapprove,

To collect on something due.

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Hellfire-flaming red, unblinking,

Drilling, piercing, accusatory;

They know what I am thinking;

They saw my heinous story.

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The irony is what I did that day

T'was enough to hook them in me,

Because what they saw, they saw in a way

That eyes cannot un-see.

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So who is haunting whom here?

Can either find some peace?

Entangled together, we're,

In ironclad, lengthy lease.