Dying

Your voice fades and I feel nothing,

The world seems to wait for me to react,

But all that I have for them now is exhaustion,

So tired of putting up with this act.

Wistful whispers of happy memories surface,

Then drown again in swamps of indifferent haze,

They cry out for me to hold them close,

But I watch them die in a cruel daze.

You are no one to me now, nothing,

A vestigial part, dead, cut off, discarded,

A goddess once, beautiful, mighty, pure,

Now an uncomfortable evil I have warded.

Leave me now, let go of my hand,

Your touch washes off me like sand,

Our love songs sound like dirges now,

Played by ghosts and funeral bands.

Red Eyes

These red eyes I've been given,

They only see the truth,

They look through the bullshit and deception,

They look through the smiles,

They look through the saccharine sorrow,

They just stare through the wiles.

These red eyes I've been given,

As a gift for my naivete,

A gift for my fucked up morals,

They tear through my misconceptions,
They stare past my self-illusions,

These red eyes I've been given,
They tell me what is,
And not what I want,
They show me what lives,
And also those that can't,
These red eyes I have now,
They point me in the direction,
Of transparency and justice,
They tell me now to go to places,
Where lies are out of practice.

These red eyes I've been given,
They look through you now,

These red eyes I've been given,
They no longer wonder how,

These red eyes I've been given,
Even see things you won't allow.