Your Abyss

I look into your tear-some eyes with profundity,
I scout with a penetrating gaze
and see your realm of watery graves.

Those eyes of yours are the gates,
beyond the reeking eyes
is an abysmal mind.

The anguish welled within
eyes blind to one’s own mind.
I weep within your own abyss.

Unshed tears stream within,
there I meet you to bathe in blood,
blinded and choked, I burst.