Maya

Don’t look me in the eye again. Don’t look me in the eye again. Your deep gaze is haunting me like small footsteps through dark hallways and I think I should go. As your eyes turn black and they roll back, tears of death roll down your cheeks and my blood starts to feel cold. Now I have this fear of growing close to you. I fear my actions may provoke the deep dark unknown. It is fatal to make you cry. How? How did you do that? I said, how? How did you do that? I said, how? How did you do that? I said, how? How did you do that? As your eyes turn black and they roll back, tears of death roll down your cheeks and my blood starts to feel cold.