Swallow The Eyeball

The eyeball is crazed ,

It is hungry ,

It broke free from the socket,

Leaving behind butchery and bloodshed,

The eyeball slithers the streets.

The eyeball leaves a trail of blood and sins,

It scans its surroundings; stalking,

It wants to destroy; it wants to devour,

The eyeball claims it's distressed damsel.

The damsel in distress,

Porcelain doll with a pulse,

Young and naive ,

Too young, but the eyeball doesn't care for such things ,

Blissfully unaware ,

Unaware she's drowning in debt,

Debt meant to be paid with her life ,

Unaware every breath of hers is a ticking time bomb.

A ticking time bomb ; because the prophecy was told ,

A porcelain doll with pulse ,

Torn apart to give as tribute,

Slain for the slaughter.

The eye ball stalks the doll ,

In every corner; in every alley,

It crawls along the damsel's skin,

The porcelain doll, once young and pure,

Is now dripping in dread ,

Covered in fluid and fear .

One day , the damsel gets a surge of courage,

She turns around and faces the eyeball,

Now forced into her fist; crushed ,

The doll wants to get rid of it ,

She does the only thing she can ,

The eyeball she swallows.

Eyeball in her mouth ,

Coating her throat,

In fluids and blood and sins,

Porcelain choking a little,

Coughing up dread.

The eyeball sits in the pit of her stomach,

Rotting and decaying; spreading the hunger ,

The doll's insides are rotten and putrid,

The eyeball corrupted the pure porcelain with a pulse.

The doll is made of the same gore which destroyed it ,

Porcelain turned into a monster,

And when the hunger becomes too much,

The doll's eyeball will break free from the socket,

Leaving behind butchery and bloodshed,

Slithering on streets.

The doll's eyeball will stalk the corners,

Hunting for the next lamb for the slaughter,

And the curse will continue with each eyeball and each doll,

Until the dolls are all dead,

Until porcelain no longer has a pulse .