Watching... always watching
With those evil, demon eyes
That feast upon my weary heart
And foreshadow my demise.
The infamy of this heinous foe
And the devilry of his gaze,
Manages - inevitably - to set
My poor, shattered nerves ablaze.
I cannot take this pain much more,
Nor the omnipotence of this fiend,
So I'm going away to a big, grey house
In hopes that my spirit may be cleaned.
~ C. Spies
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