To the girl that dreams about that boy with sparkling eyes.


These Dead Eyes

I dare you look into these dead eyes
They harbour so much more than pure despise

Pardon me if I startled you, but a dead mans eyes don't spark
They shimmer like the carapace of grave-dwelling beetles, ever vigil, ever dark

I dare you caress this animated flesh
Ancient infectious hunger seeks to escape dead mesh

I dare you look into these dead eyes
They are so much more than a shallow disguise



Poetry by Rex Panthera
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Written on 2007-09-14 at 09:20

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Zoya Zaidi
Yeah, they are terrible aren't they- the dead eyes?
Strange, I also have a poem ' Dead Eyes' in fact I saved it recently in my drafts- must post it one day!
Welcome to the Bay from my side, dear Rex Panthera!
((Hugs))
Love, Zoya
2007-09-14