Re: DEAD EYES / Pendragon / w&a

> Anonymous wrote:
> DEAD EYES
>  
>  
> Dead eyes stare back at me like clouded glass
> From dolls with cupid pouts and porcelain skin,
> The stained glass orbs that watch the Midnight Mass,
> The button-eyes that turn a rag doll's grin
> Into a frozen mask ripped from the moon.
> 
> A vacant gaze that bores into my head
> From faded photographs, forgotten friends,
> The late December chill of loves long dead,
> Accusatory eyes, the odds and ends
> Of lives that pierced my heart then fled too soon.
> 
> They glare at me from corners, speak my name
> With silent lips or scream their silent screams,
> Glazed looks devoid of sentiment or blame
> That walk the haunted landscape of my dreams
> Like ghostly spiders in the evening mist.
> 
> Dead eyes reach out to draw me in their trance
> To hold my hypnotized in their embrace,
> These painted mannequins of past romance,
> Eyes black as beads pressed deep into the face
> Of shrunken-apple witch-heads that insist
> 
> I stay forever locked within their sight;
> And when I stand upon the brink of night
> I'll see myself peer back from blackened skies --
> My dying glance caught fast in God's dead eyes.




Not to be confused with my infamous short story, "Fish-Eyed Pete." 


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