The Eye by Jhélab Bell Round and abandoned the orb at-rest, no motion it stay. No matter the hour nor the year, it will never come out to play. As we stand in an array. Souless, maybe wanting more; I can never tell. The Eye gets what the eye wants; woe to that forgotten shell. Broken songs chime from our silver bell. The Eye has a vendetta, such a vile truth to tell me. Damned spirits and tormented souls, will never be set free. The eye wants a body, to control he. Techically he will be controlling the carcass. His own spirit will intertwine with its host body mass Causing a creature to be of existence, alas. How could we let such a thing happen? Such an abomination can not be in existence men. All must fall again. What do I do? It wont stop its constant never ending staring. No matter my movements, it will not flinch; it continues not caring. Oh it must be absolutely daring. Its own my roof, the little shit crawled through. Alas theres nothing I can do. I even shot at it too. The eye wants to be apart of me, I guess I'll acept it. I guess what it wants is what it get. Just kidding, the match is lit! I dropped the match in the gasoline below. Watched myself and the eye ignite in a glow. Burnt to crisp we both had to go. #poem #eye #poetry #writer #kindarusty #kindofrusty #art #artist #artistic #talented Dont worry guys. I will get good again.
