the eyes are the windows to the soul, they say
so i turn my gaze from God
and look into the eyes of heaven
on the brink of hell
darker than the secrets left behind

nightmares cast shadows on walls
into corners of memories
warrior tendencies fall upon deaf ears
but i still see
just below your surface
past the self mutilations
and keloid scars

marks left behind for someone
anyone
to find you
to shout to the world
I AM HERE
but evil lurks still
in backs of throats
stealing life before words
ever spoken

through cracked mirrors
and broken sillouettes
shards of yesterday
embed deep within
squeeze any part
to splinter true reflections

eyes cannot hide
what the tongue attempts to do
tear soaked carpets because
pillows refuse to hold another drop
refuses to be held over your face
refuses to cut off life

so breathe

breathe again

now once more

let the heat burn
feel what its like
to stand on the brink of hell
flames tickling your toes
stare into the demon's eyes
inhale the brimstone
remember
and smile...

i will still search for you
digging my fingers into your transperancy
past atrophying muscle
and diseased heart chambers
scratching the blackness behind your eyes
with chipped nails

just so you can see what i see
and simply love it enough
to love yourself again