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It’s well into the morning and my thoughts fell upon you, Those interrogating eyes that penetrate through and through, Memories of time together, time anew. Chaotic spasms and sight lost to oblivion, The only measure of time is passed through the beats of your heart, Chaotic spasms and penetrating eyes’ Only surmise individual moments of surprise. I run my fingers over the scars in your heart, Faintly smiling, enjoying the morbidity, then I cry. What jewels are set in those depthless blue eyes: Eyes forged in the furnace of life’s hell. Of them, what could they tell? I wonder what could those eyes hold for me. Thinking thus, I faintly smile and enjoy the possibilities. The Gambler’s Ruin is thrust upon us all, What is life if nothing but the fall? There are only certain things we allow ourselves to place faith in, The others we spit at and label a sin. Close your eyes and throw the dice. All’s well in Heaven and Hell, Only in your eyes will I be able to tell. |