Looking up into the sky,
Two eyes staring down
Tell me to bow low,
Bow low to the ground.

Tilted head and borrowed
Soul, sorrowed ghoul of '
Morrow doled to and fro.
Catch it; it stares

Back.
Cry I do as I look down
Upon the eyes staring back
Up on a throne-- eyes my own.

Thrown and bruised, I phrase
The floor in nothing-
No blood to bleed,
No tears to cry.

All unknown.
These eyes; my own.