by Anne Moore   May 8, 2019

Why do my eyes
See my worst fears?
Do they want me to go mad?
Do they want me to fear the entire world?
Everywhere I look I see

Green and gold eyed
Snakes slithering
Upon my bed sheets

Blood covering every
Bit of a white walled room
And bodies all around the floor

A girl who looks just the same as me
Doing unspeakable things
To the people i love

Why do my eyes torture me?

(I'd be happy to take any suggestions to help finish it)
~Blessed Be~
-Anne Beth Moore-


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