Behind these eyes....

Full of fear....

Never clear.....

Just a shear blur....

My voice a slur...

Anxiety stirs an spurs within....

Looking to my twin upon the looking glass as it grins...

Tortured by my past sins...

Sometimes with no reason...

Others by the coming season...

My mind and thoughts plague me so....

So here I sit an crow.....

Behind these eyes of mine....

Where no one will surly find....

The real me suffering with such despair.....

With no hope of any repair...

Emotions of pleasure an joy have all fled....

Leaving me quite dead...

While smiles of the living pass by.....

I give one in return as a lie...

A disguise so you won’t ask any questions....

Or enforce your righteous suggestions.....

To hell with your Hell.....

For that is we’re I dwell...