Look into my eyes

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, I am afraid. I am not afraid because of what I saw when I looked into your eyes. I am not afraid of the hardness I saw. I am not afraid of the coldness I felt. I am not afraid of the intentional and harsh lack of emotion I stumbled on when my gaze sought to push past the initial barrier that it encountered. I am afraid because I found myself unsurprised and unmoved. I did not encounter anger, nor did I see pain. I simply encountered a severe and direct refusal to acknowledge any emotion whatsoever.

Would that I could block my thoughts and refuse to recall the past.

never never

In vino veritas, comes the battle cry
reminding us incescently that truth outlives the lie
In vino veritas, from you I will keep
my secret thoughts and feelings and burry truth so deep
that only strong elixir brings it to the light
it elicits cries of anguish in the ambience of night.

perhaps the syrum brings the truth, or the truth inspires the drink
inherantly it floats to life, much stronger than you think
despite efforts to stamp it out and burry it away
it constantly reminds you, truth is here to stay