Empty Eyes

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    Empty Eyes
    Disgust fills my mind when I look into those eyes
    I feel a sort of emptiness that gives me tears to cry
    I get this feeling that has broken out of its cage
    They attack me when I write words on this page
    Those eyes are empty and clouded with fear
    They fear the truth, they hide when it draws near
    Those eyes belong to a face that’s an unworthy soul
    A face that allows fear to make it go out of control
    Empty eyes, they control my mind
    Those empty eyes leave me terrified
    Empty lives, those eyes lead
    I fall victim, on me they feed
    I feel this hold, and it eating me away
    Those beautiful eyes give me this feeling everyday
    This feeling I get, they tear me apart
    These feelings I get leave holds through my heart
    Those eyes have a fire that brings me to my knees
    Those empty eyes, they belong to me

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    BlackButterfly1 commented on Empty Eyes

    07-06-2010

    This is a very interesting poem. I thought you were talking about someone else but the ending forced me to read it again. I like the honesty here. This is very deep.
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    MiZZUndER commented on Empty Eyes

    06-08-2009

    I got caught off by this I thought you were taling about judgement from others or mabe yourself that's what you mean but I aenjoyed it never the less keep it up
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    Chrisjan commented on Empty Eyes

    05-28-2009

    This is kind of a scary poem. It has what most humans are afraid of, falling in what we start. Don't give up on yourself or writting.
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    TatooedPortrait commented on Empty Eyes

    03-04-2009

    haha the ending caught me off guard, very good poem
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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