Her Eyes Are My Camera

With the world out of focus
Life seems more contorted
As truth becomes distorted
I am disfigured; sight is aborted

Her eyes are my camera
Focused on the ground
Your eyes are my camera
How can I fall down
How can I fall now

Lost, confused, direction gone
A soul again lacerated
People appear more perforated
I am dismembered; sight is obliterated

Her eyes are my camera
Focused on the ground
Your eyes are my camera
How can I fall down
How can I fall now
 

poem

◄ Three Witches Brew

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