The Eyes

Perhaps I was born this way, I barely remember childhood
But I could always see the darkness that others couldn’t
See the shadows that lurked within the shadows themselves
The demons of the modern day, riding the trains
The evil in certain people, disfiguring their faces
To dark eyes, grey skinned horrors
As a child I would often take off running from my parents
Or just run away in general, from everyone
I saw the demons on every street corner, why did I have this sight?
I saw the evil in my father’s face; saw the darkness in his heart
I used to cry as he tucked me. I used to shut my eyes tight
As the darkness around me filled with shadows
Glowing eyes demons of the forgotten and lost
The doctors used to just say I had anxiety
The same doctors with their faces all twisted
I was too shy or had a mental illness or something of that nature
But I know what I saw, saw the same shadowy figures on the news
Convicted of rape and murder, the same people who taught me in school
I fought through the days trying, just trying to not go insane
Until one day I came home to my father standing over my mother
The shadow on his face had a jagged tooth wide grin
A hammer lay next to my mother, her beautiful blood soaked golden hair
The world turned to black from that moment, no more colors
It all drained from the world, there was no more good..
Until my sight returned and I was jamming a pen into my father’s throat
His shadowy figured face was gone, but his shadow rose and stood by me
Watching as I cried horribly over my dead parents, I don’t remember much after that
I just know I still walk these streets every day and see the horrors of people
My father walking next to me in my shadow, now my guardian
A twisted fucking horrible fate that follows me everywhere I go
I can never forget, the dark demons who pass me on every street corner
I long to kill them, I know they kill others and rape. Destroy lives
Why do they deserve to go home to their families and be happy?
While I fucking sit and try to hold back the pains of going insane
And wake up in the morning and shield my eyes from the light
These cursed eyes, why do I have them; I hold a knife up to them
Ready to gouge them out…but I can’t do it, I can only cry instead
While my father’s shadow stands in the corner laughing
As I look in the mirror, look in the mirror and see
That same jagged tooth grin…the same one my father had that day!