How I am reflected in your black gaze!
I never wished to see my inner night,
The fading stars do have me in a haze,
My entirety pales to your delight.
Close your eyes! Do not rest them upon me!
Your mirror repulses and leaves on aghast,
As you feed on the attrition of we,
Such sorry fools who looked into the glass.
Gazing into such bold and opaque eyes,
Darker than the tempest’s remorseless ire,
With no sense of sentiments to surmise,
A figure seemingly born of hellfire.
In empty corridors I dare to tread,
My footsteps echoing off coldest stone,
And with no light to guide I am mislead,
Down passages I admit are my own.