Through your murky eyes your true psyche bleeds,
yet those same eyes are the place that I must go,
in order to procure my true self.
Your eyes shed light unto the meaning which I long for,
and search for.
Your eyes are an endowment that I selfishly need,
to cling on to life.
Inside I may be paralyzed,
apathetic,
torpid,
but your eyes see through me,
and disentomb my soul.
Your eyes free me from the bindings of detrimental memories,
from which I long to expel myself of.
You may not be able to see me,
but yet you feel me.
You can see so much more than the physical
appearance,
of this revolting being
in which I must live.