Sinister Eyes

You took the knife,

stabbing my heart.

You bruised my skin,

you left your mark.

Yet, here you come

with your sinister eyes.

As if some new man,

you’re the devil in disguise.

You expect me to bend

and to mold to your ways.

To conform to your charms,

but I won’t drown in your waves.

I’ll always be

just a trophy to you.

A notch on your bedpost

I didn’t consent to.

It’s partly my fault,

I take half the blame.

I let you in,

I whispered your name.

But you can’t take my spirit,

my flame, nor my drive.

There is no longer fear

behind these blue eyes.

How does it feel now

you want to slither back in?

But you no longer phase me,

you can’t break through my skin.

Go on, walk on home boy,

and carry your strife.

And never forget…

I now carry the knife!