Treasure Island

Jonny Brackney

(September 26th,1988 / Louisville, Kentucky)

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Dirty Eyes


sometimes i feel the devil
and his dirty eyes
watching.
haunting me.
taunting me.
burning me alive...
inviting me to fall
into a comfortable numb.
but in that numb
a hatred dwells, smirking in the shadows.
i shrug him off and
move along
pretend he isn't there.
my inner madness spills into a
thin black ink.
so you can read
what your eyes
would never
see.
while i sit
grinding teeth,
spitting thoughts from my fingers.
hurting and feeling.
living with
myself.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, January 31, 2012

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