The body is worn,
battered and raw.
But, oh, those eyes
and the mystery you saw?
They won't ever stop.
Nothing will you ever
be able to do
to turn these eyes
away from you.
Still am I the keeper
of the secrets
you bleed into her.
You have so much to learn,
about these eyes of mine.
You believe you know it all,
Still,your negation knows your every line.
Never will an expert
an opposite make.
Never a victim's survivor
to have so little at stake.
Bury yourself in all your
"make believery"
But nothing could you ever do
To make me not see.