they say, your eyes....

they say your eyes dont look good , like they fell through the reminiscence of a hole in your memories, they took the pain and asked for the poles of frozen enquiries , pupils learning from the troubled inquisitions of fantasy vision - they say , you eyes look like your tired as if they saw me running through the forests of anguishing discovery and the lakes of pooling drama, they saw me fighting a war that lingered for nights and days beginning like a small quarel and ending with destruction catastrophically unknown secretive temptations - they say, your eyes look as if youve been sick - like they felt the weakness in my heart and mind - they saw my anger breaking my body, they saw the tears falling through my life - they say, your eyes looked better before - like before i was here -seeing the quest end and the treasure robbed and the jewels taken - of a families name - they say, your eyes look red - like the rubys gone and the blood drawn and the magic passion devils own brought alive with the mess in my soul