Open Eyes

Open eyes are bleeding eyes when the windows full of shit became clean and clear. It sickness me and fills me with that "old" friend who always has hunted me over the years with different faces of shame and pain, voices in my head that I play with to feel alive again. I begin to enjoy the thrills of my shame and pain the comfort that shows up at the end of the night is such a better reward. Everything is okay for a second until i close my eyes again.