Dying Eyes

There are things in life not all are meant to know

But is that only the few who are meant to bear

We are taught to cast a blind glance

Past all the ill actions

Remaining in ignorant bliss

While leaving the only witnesses to these ghastly secrets

To be those with dying eyes

For the great I make

I am

To castrate the right hound

A subtle tick to your grave

A voice said “do you know hell?”

A tongue to show what eyes can’t

Let ‘em come

Letters lay

Refill the pills my nightmares

Stay a slave

To the pain that was ours in the first place

Let ‘em come

Dying Eyes

For the great I make

I linger

Bones drop from the pale count

Let foul things die in the end

A relapse censors smiles

I sense relief but my heart aches

Let ‘em come

Letters lay

Refill the pills my nightmare

Stay a slave

To pain that was ours in the first place

Let ‘em come

Dying Eyes

Make it great and

Lick and stick it

Mix it mischief fiction

Pixel makes it picture take it

Fix what makes it tickin’

And now we lay alone

Let ‘em come

Letters lay

Refill the pills my nightmares

Stay a slave

To the pain that was ours in the first place

Let ‘em come

Dying Eyes

Dying

Mix it mischief fiction

Pixel makes it picture take it

Fix what makes it tickin’

Right now