Windows to the soul?
Visionary tools?
What do you call them?
Your glistening blue eyes
Shining in the sun
Until,
Your eyes go away like
The shot of a gun
You might want them back
But you never will
Say goodbye to the beams of light
O-so bright
Be ready when they come for you…
The monsters in the dark,
They always hit their mark
And you’re their newest target
You better say goodbye
While you still can
Or, even better
While you’re still alive