It stares at me.
It has no eyes.
Yet I know it sees me.
It laughs.
And smirks as I walk by.
It is not alive.
Yet I feel like it is hiding something.
Probably my sanity.
It stares at me.
It has no eyes.
Yet I know it sees me.
It laughs.
And smirks as I walk by.
It is not alive.
Yet I feel like it is hiding something.
Probably my sanity.
Saturn's Premier Poet 