The Eye

From day to day it stays
Looking
Looking
Looking
Open and seeing.
Disconnected from the bloodless body and keep the secrets inside.
Open and shut.
Open and shut.
Open and shut.
Open and shut.
What glass sees it must hide.
Flashing glimpses
Hazy murmurs of hedonistic sin.

White light.
White stark light.
The eye running being chased by chaos
Stormless searching -
The storms eye.
Searching for visible life.

Don't turn it off.
Don't turn it off.

Secret's can't be kept.
Memories not so precious when pushed though bloods gauze.
                                                                                              
Disconnected I.
Disconnected eye.

Jewless separation.
Camera catches what you don't know.
I didn't see.
See or
ACT?

Mirror. Mirror. Mirror.
Crack
Crack
Crack
Glass glare.
I can't see it anymore.
Right or Wrong?
Right or Wrong?

Oh well I will just put it down as experience.
A lustful landscape on life.

Do i ignore the facts and just shut it in behind the mask?
This obscurity that I don't understand.
Flowing Glimpses
Hidden Glimpses

Eyelash
Skin
Flesh
Bone
Blood
Skin
Iris
Blood
Skin
Skin
Gory scarred skin.

The eye.
Don't shut it.
Don't shut it.
Somebody turn out the lights.