How to Tell a Hideaway That Freedom is Better than Safety

His eyes are shields against the world
Each tear is shed alone.
Every blink and every flinch
Is more or less his own.

His pupils, black, you never see
For he points them at the floor
But they're inviting and enticing me,
Pulling me right into their core.

**This was originally a concrete poem... but obviously, i can't post it like that. so here it is.