My Eyes.

They say the eyes are the windows to the person's soul.
I say that is a lie.
If you look through my eyes, I could probably make you cry.
Have unwanted emotions erupting in your body, mind...soul.

My eyes, my eyes...they have seen enough.
My heart intakes too much of the negativity that my eyes sees and traps it in there, looking for a way out.
She screams out her blood vessels, pumps out her muscle in order to survive and with each suffering pain that the eyes open up to her, she beats softly and slowly.
Dropping her level of heart rate.

My body is bruised from my eyes. 
My body has been through the worst times in her life, twice.
She says 'stop!' But her eyes says 'never!' And it's depressing because she knows too much about her body.
Especially when she has experienced something that will remain with her forever.
Forgiveness takes its place, but forgetting seems unforgettable.

My soul...my lovely, broken soul.
Teared up, shattered, and missing pieces.
Once again, my eyes are the one to blame because she sees things that make the soul ugly and unworthy.
A vicious monster has been created from the soul and all she wants to be loved because she knows from God's perspective that she is beautiful, worthwhile and loved.
She cannot unsee the monster lying inside her, deep beneath the thick layers of body tissues, organs and bones that cover up as a disguise. 

My eyes...my eyes, never have been the open windows to my soul.
They remain the gates to a path that is untrustworthy, not nourished enough, broken and overrated.
There's no love, forever seeking it only to try to destroy it.
No, I just want to create a beautiful imagination with not just my eyes to my mind but with my body and soul.
That's all.