Brown eyes flood with crimson,
Staring deep into my mind and soul,
No secrets can be hidden,
Though my own eyes keep their blue-grey empty gaze.
Messages scarred and engraved into my mind and heart,
Like a brand burnt into metal,
A tattoo, a scar I wear with resilient hatred,
And disturbingly compulsive pride.
I lie that nothing hurts me now,
I confidently swear that I don't care,
Don't give a damn about anyone else anymore.
But one stare, one soul-destroying stare,
Is nails being driven into my heart,
Crimson flows through the layer of ice,
Suddenly I have reason to care.
Then all it takes is another sort of stare,
Then I know that I'm worthless, dead to you.
Everything in this cruel, dying world,
Loses its meaning, value and once again,
I no longer care.