My eyes are the black hole to my mind
Painting, sucking in all I can find
Of all things my eyes please me to see
Are sights so common yet strange, it seems.
The smiles slapped on the faces of their lips
The serious eyes scanning the pages that flip
Vocal boxes eager to vomit noise
Vocal boxes often thought of as voice.
The silent whispers of a troubled heart
The purple phone pouch masking some broken parts
Little droplets of waters
Flooding my mind with more matters
A razor left on the table
To cut, it will, the soft and feeble.
Common uncommon sights
Blinding the lights in my mind.
-Godwine
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