THE EYES

They stare oh so clearly. Leaving me so weary. Praying for a sign that he has left. I close my eyes and no suprise. I open them again. He lay to my left. He stared eyes wide open grinning ear to ear. It chilled me so freely. I thought I was now dead. I thought my end was oh so near. I sat. Mouth covered. Beside my dead brother. The man finally woke from his slumber. He grabbed his knife and began the search. He had so much to kill to be slaughtered on this earth. He etched away at his body. Pursuing his hobby. The killing the carnage. Of an old man. So fondly. He grinned and laughed. And slapped on his lap. For I knew I was next. He drew out his knife. And slit through my neck.