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The Watchers

June 15, 2011
By theskycries SILVER, River Vale, New Jersey
theskycries SILVER, River Vale, New Jersey
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Glazed-over eyes,
And pupils white,
With stark bleached hair,
An outcast, right.

Blindness in wake,
Deadly by night,
Awfully grim,
Torn wings not so bright.

Maleficent glare,
Live freely or not,
An unanswered question,
No future is sought.

I looked at him.
He looked at me.
The silence killed,
The aching me.

I stood right up,
No further glance,
He followed me,
Not even a chance.


The author's comments:
The things in this world aren't always the way they seem.

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