Medusa

My eyes contain a terrible gaze, an oddly tantalizing look.
It brings out the worst in people, friendly and humble.
In those eyes I look and listen to the lives of others just like me.

They cannot deny it, unspeakable privacy.
They laugh and they scream, they break out in anger,
But only to mask over that itch in their mind.

I should suffer then, and stay my gaze.
Out of love I’d look no more upon the eyes of our world,
If only it would rest the fires burning deep within us all.

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