The Oculus

The oculus gazes over at the desperate man
Piercing his brain and his heart into futile pieces
Refraining to show him the revealed world
It locks his paranoia deep through his nerves
Creating wounds in the body for sanity to leak
His search for reason has frantically resumed
While the eyes of the universe are watching his tragedy.

He searches the room with a lamp in hand
A key lays hidden on the hardwood floor
The oculus watches its slumber of obscurity
The plan lays unfurled, recoiling his freedom

It takes one no effort to crusade into depths,
But the eyes above him are watching in vain,
They sense no reason to search for meaning...

But if a blinded man performed all that’s unthinkable,
and found the key to his life and soul...
What lies ahead through the mystic door?

The man knows of the eyes that observe him
He feels the incisive gaze that drains his sanity
Vampires appear to take his spare blood
They are only images of a tattered mind...

The evil of the oculus is benumbing his fingers
Watching him crawl and scrape to find his answer
A risk capable of fulfilling desire or destruction
One key lays hidden and a myriad of eyes watch.

............

Pieces of him lay juxtaposed,
Fading away as time sweeps by,
The eyes above only watch in vain.

The oculus has taken his ounce of sanity,
Neglecting his shrieks of hopeless avail,
With one last moment to stun the eyes...

The man growing soulless throws his hand through
the open wound in his chest, digging helplessly for
some clue to the life he was given, and he finds...
the key.

If a blinded man performed all that’s unthinkable,
and found the key to his life and soul...

What lies ahead through the mystic door?

~Lidless Eye