Your Eyes

Your Eyes

The eyes are windows of the soul they say
source of truths elusive, they lies betray
so I look into yours and wonder
what do they display and what do they mean?
do they represent love, so seldom seen?
No! It's the dream of the world torn asunder!

For your eyes are five, launchers of lasers
my sanity's fragments, cut with macabre razors
hold them together, lest lost we’ll be
since you are me and I am you
morality already crushed, all askew
alien lore is a struggle with insanity