Are the eyes, the window to your soul?
How deep, how hard, how long, if so,
do I have to stare down the hole, though?
Blood vessels glow, shutter speed - slow.
Goodbye? A good night, with a thud and a blow.
Out cold, yet I know, it must go on - the show
Soar up, I grow, eat a punch, two, many?
Too many back I throw.
Life pages I scroll, through a column and a row,
stabbed by a friend, revived by a foe,
I guess drowning is a must before popping up afloat
How deep, how dark, how far does it go?
There is no end in sight, since a lifetime ago,
pupils burst into ink, smudge yes with a no.
Onyx eyeballs, though my ego's on a tightrope,
vague clues, dark thoughts, and numb innuendos
how frigid, how lone, how black, the end goes?
Locked out of time, space's got me friendzoned
A multiverse of fears, spawned from Big Bang of hopes
How fucking long do I have to stare down the hole, though?
