Of eyes and string

Hello,
eyes

These senses are your enemies
seeing inconsistencies,
beckoning, she hears these
heart strings

She shouts sparatic erratic rants
 failing and failing and failing
fallen into a trance...
both obvious and startling
happen stance

from strange and unfamiliar places
came her heart...wounded
pleading odd cases

vacant and soon dead


pure and with disease
Is she a plague.. will she infect you?
you cannot see this
this thing she did pursue
and she does miss
ball of yarn and bliss
tangled
mangled
bloodied

Hello,
eyes

She is wanted coveted and desired
but not by you...your eyes down cast
She is hated, feared and flawed
shall this pass?
growing distant by the minute
by at your hand
...no part in it


nothing sinks, sticks or adheres
when patterns kill
months making years


Her body writhing nightly
Her arms searching fruitlessly
has this rotation ceased
halted upon vanity's corruption
a lost and longing thing...

ropes and ties and string...

Hello,
eyes

please...
have mercy

this weak-minded goddess
who spells and charges
has fallen at your feet
deaf in blindness

she is no monster so... she
grafts those things torn
long ago
she fumbles shaking, weeping
fusing needed things
to glory...seeping...
delusion brings

for she will connect
that which aches
to the firmament of heaven
before it  breaks
my every yearning
bondage

Hello,
eyes

You have no idea
the length or depth or width
of that which wraps
around her heart
strangling
devouring
and
nuturing
her
endless
pain

eyes...blue...maybe
what shall she gain
if you undo this thing
by pulling just one
string