I’ve seen them
Eyes of innocent times
when never it mattered
what was Right
or Wrong
they, on a Face
that emerges from the dark Well
inside my mind
it looks at me
and Cries.
a Young boy
I’ve seen in the mirror
Once, Long ago
whom laughed back
when I smiled
I know those eyes
I had those very same
until the day my Thoughts
Murdered my Innocence
and betrayed me.
The face is not real
It’s just there to remind
How decayed my soul’s become
Bathed in the repercussions
of those crimes that bind.
The Face plunges back
Into my terrible Abyss
Knowing, Looking, Accusing
then it leaves me
Stained, Shameful, Disgraced
leaves me
alone












