4 January 2013
Her eyes are made of cold gray glass,
giving off false sincerity, hope and trust.
Where she stands
Surrounding herelf with others just like her,
playing their little games with other's heads.
She's an expert at emotions,
you better watch out.
For when she comes out to play,
she'll lure you in with a firm grip on your sanity,
feeding you false trust
and then yanks it right out from under you;
slowly sucking all the hope, the happiness.
When she's finished, she carries on, head held high,
searching for the next victim.
The next victim to fall to her cold gray eyes.
Her Eyes • Opuss № I