Black Eyes

Mantric

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Dead, all dead
Lying there on the ground
That's how I found them, in piles
They must have starved to death

Dying by inches
I find there's a funeral in my garden
A lonely prayer for silent souls
Crows are gathering

I feel like killing them
To stop them from screaming
Looking into the mirror of opposites
I find my wry face, inside a sunken skull
Blank, oblivion eyes
Hollowed out and stolen

I'm trapped in a thousand-yard stare
If I could save but one, it would change the world
If I could reverse time, it would make no difference
There's no undoing the past
And there's no redoing the future