eyes

My eyes tells many stories
eyes are the open oceans
as abysses of no ones time

where sorrow has went
and drowned itself
to be reborn as phoenix
to hunt as all down

from fire from water it came

I do not wash the spots
of shame and guilt
as laughing fingers points
towards me

from fire from water

I close my eyes
I blink again
To squeeze a smile
I can

You will not hear or see
the story of my eyes
It is for me to hear and know

from water from fire I came
but you won't ever know
as deception is my mark