Innocent Eyes

Side note: I was talking about how much I enjoy Aime’s writing earlier on today and this is why.

“You have innocent eyes, there is still a bright light inside them”
still a child in your heart, the reality of the world has not settled
you eyes have not dimmed, by the blackness of the human nature
no tears to stain that beautiful doll-like face, hair so soft as silk
eyes of dark chocolate, smooth like the tangy sweet taste of milk
a beauty hidden in the ugliness of the land, a fragile heart that never
knew the true meaning of ever lasting pain of needles coiled hot.

“My eyes are black as the luck that always follows me at night”
I wish I could have her eyes, the sentiment that world is alright
nothing gone wrong, everybody ate and dance, no one died
the cruelty is hidden beneath the beauty of the land, eyes of
coal have been unearth to find the river of blues, purified before
we came into this dreaded plane, smiles and laughter second
nature to all, there was never any war or famine, only true peace.

“My eyes hide the reality of darkness, the depression that ate me”
it crawls behind my ill erected spine, eating at the brain tissue, eroding
my stem cells, killing the nervous system, only so I could finally do
the undoing of the pure, slit these colored veins, maybe they will
bleed blue and everything will be alright, these innocent eyes are not
alright, covered in slime of the heedless agony, the needles burn hot
beneath my eyes, I can’t cry for I am a saint. Don’t look at my eyes;

”They are injected with filth
made to bring the mad men
killing me softly in whispers
the pain beneath them cuts
my arteries in my heart, numb
to this pain, I die with no
true dignity of a human.”