In My Mind's Eye

Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes.

There is something so intoxicating about the dark.

So alluring.

And as you trade the brightness of that harsh summer sun for the bleak, sharp oblivion or pure nothingness,

You can't help but smile.

Tell me,

Are you proud of the fact that you've shut it all out?

All the underhanded compliments,

All the false smiles,

The frozen metal staircases painted clear,

The empty mirrors shrouded in black.

For what is introspection when every godforsaken opinion you have,

Is sculpted by the jittery hands of society?

Close your eyes.

Is it worth it, blocking everything out?

Casting away the sight of every beautiful sunrise,

Every blooming orchid glistening with the dew of a balmy June morn,

Every bewitching wink of her glimmering, fluorescent green eyes,

So neon against the backdrop of a withering city street.

Is it worth it?

Close your eyes.

Ignore the little obscenities that sprinkle our world like pepper flakes amid a barrel of chocolate.

And know that she's watching you.

She's watching you when you go to sleep,

When you walk blindly down that alley where the trash lining the street is home to an entire ecosystem of vermin,

Not that you're able to notice it.

She's watching you while you stare into those pathetic little wisdom-shields,

That you call "eyelids",

She's watching,

And she's never been more disappointed in her life.

What was her name again?

Adeline?

Lenore?

Celeste?

Not that it matters...

She'll always be watching.

...

Close your eyes.

Everything fades to a mirage of pure, unadulterated nothingness.

Then fall victim to the decadent, gluttonous embrace,

Of blissful, blissful ignorance.