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Glass Eyes
By lycaonhybrid
Polished, sewn, drug out and owned
After they fed him to the gulls and stone
What was he, but a grand performance?
Frail to break with a life at steak
Not worth just one more chance
Would he cleave, fight or leave
Disgraced by prayer never achieved?
Glass looks out now from his eyes
What could he need, but nails and teeth
And a quick tongue to sharpen his lies
Child in need, Child in need
Grown up to ravage, steal and feed
What would I give to help you to live
But already you’ve made me bleed
Grime and mud, he’s stained in blood
Swimming can’t keep him up from the flood
What was he, but bound to have greed
Born without token, exist to be broken
Predestined to take and to cheat
Glass eyes, vivid to lie
What’s the incentive to vaguely try
What is he? An impostor at life.
Try as he did with an effort to live
Faced with love, he still chooses the knife
Child in need, Child in need
Grown up to ravage, steal and feed
What would I give to help you live
Why must you make me bleed?
5/09/07
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© 2008 lycaonhybrid
Comments on "Glass Eyes"
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A former member wrote:
as a fractured individual the overallness of this escapes me. Though I like make me bleed in the sense of menstruation. child why do you make me make more. I like the association of plaster dolls to the child with the glass eyes. I enjoyed this. you have immense potential. because you can express things with basic language which is very difficult actually yet still retain some sense of an elite art style. deursch. FROWNY :(
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On Saturday, January 19, 2008, glasshouse
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wrote:
I absolutely loved every single word of this poem. Honestly. The structure and rhythm were immaculate. A picture painted painfully. Well done. --Jes
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