The eye is all seeing

which sounds awful freeing

but nothing can hide

not even the fearful bride

the eyes have seen at all

even the most boring wall

it wishes for it to stop

but the eyelids are unable to drop

so many cruel things to be shown

but even after seeing it all, it’s so alone

the cruel reality of us all

not even the thought of you can stall

i would die if that’s what it took

but my eyes catch every look

i’ve seen it all and much more

what else is there to live for

the eyes i can’t escape

about the size of a mere grape

Always always open

never never shut

even if i have to endure you being a slut