It Hurts Doesn't it.

As brown eyes open up to the sky
Nothing was heard but her silent cry
Almost as if shy.

But my, oh my
The devastation was heard loud and clear
But oh my dear the end was not near.

For her most fear
Was quite queer
Even somewhat mere.

I'll give you you a hint
It's depths are dark and murky
Greedily garbing what ever comes forth with a black lick on pale skin.

Will it kill
Like the ink on my quill
Or? Was it only a drill.

Well we may never know,
But still the fear hovers
Waiting in the shadows.

Those brown orbs
Lost and shallow
Forever hiding from the gallows.

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