Ode To My Burning Eyes.

My eyes! My eyes!
My burning eyes!
The terrible pain that is
My burning eyes!
Awake I am, past twenty four hours,
With fire in my I's.
I want to make this hatred last!

I loved you so many times!

The stinging sensation in my retinas.
The singing sensation to tear your guts.
My I's, my burning eyes!
Damned are the ones that you pry.
I lie here awake with my burning-

I's.

Ah!
Still
You beat
My little
Anger back at me.

As much as I comply to your wishes,
I cannot help but mourn for my burning eyes.
The never ending sensation of self-righteousness.

You humble my burning I's
My eyes.
And you force me back to sleep.