I can see their eyes,

the way they stare where the soul lies.

I see their cold stares, I see everything there.

I see their figure looming; standing there, stationary.

I see their smiles, growing increasingly larger as _I_ watch carefully.

Look at their eyes, don’t you see?

How every time I look, they look right back at me?

I can see their cold eyes,

and how they stare into mine.

I can see their movement; subtle, yet present.

They’re coming closer, and closer, and closer.

I can see them.

Can’t you, too?