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I once heard someone comment

That eyes are a window to the soul

I wonder what they'd see in mine

These eyes as fierce as coal



They would perhaps see a wasteland

Barren and void of life

Where only black trees sprout

And grass as sharp as knives



Where not a soul lingers

But a heart as moist as dirt

Tattered patches hold it together

All that's inside is hurt



Or perhaps they'd see a maze of rooms

Each one more barricaded than before

Hiding all my secrets

Behind those closed doors



I once heard someone comment

That eyes are a window to the soul

I wonder what they'd see in mine

These eyes as fierce as coal.