My Eyes

My Eyes

My eyes have seen a lot of pain
Corrupt people of every form
To shut them brings up memories
Memories I have tried but haven’t forgotten
The blood their seen at times brings tears,
Death doesn’t phase them anymore
To sleep with them open is all I can do
Watchful of the door
Cursed forever am I
In prayer the darkness doesn’t creep
The end sometimes I wonder
Would it be better than this.

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