Eyes of The Dead

I saw them through the window;

I saw them in the sink;

I saw their reflection in the thermometer kink.

From what had been said;

they were the eyes of the dead.

On the worst memories of people they fed.

 

Scared out of my wits;

I packed all my kits;

and set off for the nearest inn.

But little did I know, the inn was full of sin.

 

Fiends of every shape, monsters of depravity;

somehow, they defied the law of gravity.

They floated inches into the air; 

then sunk into the nearest chair.

All I knew was this was a ghost fair.

 

Eyes of every colour, red, green and blue;

with flames coming through.

For what had been said;

they were the eyes of the dead.

 

I ran through the inn;

but they followed.

All I knew was that they were coming in a heavy load.

I ran through the road;

I thought, 'Please let this be a dream, for god's sake.'

Just then I jerked awake;

this had been a dream.

 

I got up;

the sudden bloom of gloom,

It all had evaporated.

For all I knew;

It happened what had been fated.