I have roses for eyes
a soft yellow with those sultry red edges
beautiful, yes
whimsical, yes
but I can't see! how is the world? what is humanity?
without my vision, the beauties of life
are lost to me.
my eyes are only here for others' pleasure
nevertheless, my petals are wilting
the people's fascination disappearing
replaced by repugnance!
I have hollows for eyes
miniature abysses
it's a trap! it's a trap! do not enter!
I've been within the depths of these chasms
for eons
screaming, yelling, crying for salvation
but the one response I get is:
'what ever happened to the roses? I miss them.'
don't you think I miss them too?
