The Truth Behind Your Eyes

Along the journey that I traveled in my worn, experienced slippers,
My eyes were introduced to yours in a cursory glance
Quite dark they were, but not dark enough
To hide the subtle light that lay beneath
Through these seemingly insignificant glances I recovered the strength
That had long since been seized by the wounds of the broken

With my innocent eyes and my glass heart vulnerable,
I outstretched my thin, scaly hands to yours
They were met by strong, confident fingers that pulled me closer to your fire
That burned deep within
It rid my body of its unsightly markings and replaced it with angelic ash white as snow

With your lips true but your eyes inviting, you ensnared me in your enchanting trap,
And allowed my toes to dangle above the whispering waters
They hissed with your secrets that I dared to discover
But instead I first lay entranced by the waves, but then by your dark, syrupy gaze
I allowed my eyes to shut, two heavy castle gates preparing for battle

I awoke to the sound of your pleasant, alluring voice
Calling for my attention to the front of your arena

Your perfect stance emitting bright rays that defeated the spotlight itself

I gleefully watched your magnificent show, and I was astounded by the hundreds of hands
That lifted you to heights unimaginable day after day
And despite the harsh, cold wind raging outside, my heart was warmed
By all of the cups you managed to fill with the thick molasses that dripped from your eyes
I found myself peacefully drifting away once more,
Feeling safe in the company of your army of companions

But a bloodcurdling scream brought me to consciousness
I sleepily opened my eyes to see rusty chains scattered about your stage
I brushed away heavy cobwebs inhabited by venomous spiders,
And I intently listened to the floorboards beneath my feet,
Frightened by the occasional collapse of a board to an uncertain future below

I arrived backstage, mortified by the scene that lay before me
I encountered a heap of your companions with their heads spun around much too far and their eyes distant and glassy,
Thick blood pooling beneath them
Broken glass crunched underneath my slow-moving feet and eventually led me to you
In a desolate corner, your aging hands desperately embraced your broken legs for support
Your heart lay at your feet, the rhythm of its beating a far cry from mine

I grasped it within my trembling hands, and my eyes met yours once again
All of their light had been overtaken by the looming darkness
Your menacing stare threatened to engulf me in your pain

A black, cloaked figure stood nearby, a sharp blade resting in its pale fingers
You glanced towards the figure and gave a slight nod
Though you had no reason to be trusting,
A lifetime relationship made you rely on it,
Much like a young child clings to an abusive guardian in their search for acceptance and fulfillment

And before I could protest, it lunged towards my heart,
Pulling me into your suffering