Thread: Untitled(Of Eyes)

The convictions of a thousand scowling goblins haunt her footsteps
A sturdy grasp of absolute conformity holds vigilantly to her psyche
Tremendously shrill cries hang loosely on her ears but never seem to fall
Yet she still smiles and forces her eyes to shine in the face of others

Alone in the pensive silence of her bland apartment all the ghosts come out
They slink out of the pooling shadows in the corners of her bedroom and stare
Eyes of brilliant yellow and of murky brown poke out from the walls
When they descend back into their veils, they leave still the torment they brought

The voices that wail into her ears fall away when the eyes come
They become the chanting that holds the walls together and that creates the illusions
Writings of horror and of romance sometimes form in the air floating in her room
Scorching the air with fires so hot they leave their letters behind even after they leave

A preternatural overlord oversees the girls torture and laughs when she cries
Commanding the chants to become louder and the eyes more numerable
Her guardian angels slain by the ghastly swords wielded by the demon
For her, there is no future or past only the presence of torturous hell spawns

Scratching at the tender wounds the world cannot see, the unmarked marks
Wounds bred from the on looking eyes of fanatical parents, calling the overlord
Preaching that the girl is paying penance for sins she had not committed
An absolution of hundreds of rainy nights and mutated bodies

Her only choice was to fall away from the vile confinement of body
To break then ties that constricted around her soul and latched it to fetid flesh
Opening the vault of senses beyond human understanding and thought
Revealing a world that is blank, a world totally of her making and desire

She didn’t want to live with the eyes always watching her and ridiculing her
All the wailing and crying in her ears made it so she wanted to let go
She wanted to walk right up to the sadist overlord who hurt and hurt him back
Hurt him badly; leave him begging for mercy that she would never show him

All the minions of hell looking on in gruesome terror yet rapt pleasure
With each lash she would hit him with the audience would moan louder
When the last and final blow was struck they would reach their demented climax
And then she would be left as the victor, the new ruler of the eyes and chanting

But she had not the courage or the strength to oppose her figurative owner
Thick droplets of rain beat down on her windows, shaping out faces and more eyes
Shapeless globes if rejected bodies clawed out from the puddles of dark in her walls
They marched to her and rose her up from her corrupt existence

The world that she once saw and held in her hands momentarily stood before
Then everything went dull and gray and all the pain and misuse fell from her
Shackles that were bonded to her wrists crumbled as they were burnt out ashes
All the troubles of the world fell from her leaving only tainted rapture

But on the outside none of this was happening or had ever happened
She was just deluding herself of demons and eyes in the walls that sang
The rain never touched the window because the clouds were never hanging in the sky
And turned down applicants for life had never stole her away to a fake world

People looked at her with pity and sometimes with eyes filled with fear of her
No one could see the realness of her blood thirsty demons and eyes
On the outside she was a nutcase, a cause of sympathy and terror
But on the inside she died before anyone could save her.

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Man, twelve stanzas?

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