The Seeing Eye

The grass surrounds the distances across the blue sky
The water covers the rocks beneath the surface
The Mountains cover the clouds past the valleys
And the seeing eye revolves around in a circle

A writer, a poet, died in 1983 by the nickname of Life
a hidden mysterious piece was found this is what was written

....In My Room - Staring out my Window....
Only in the distances is a storm so beautiful
with redicule stuck in our world like trapped in a cubicle
4 walls surround you, with nothing but a bed
with one sheet, and 1 flat pillow to rest your head
you listen for any noises that you hear outside
then suddenly a crash is heard. You open your eyes wide

....I walk to the Family Area....
I see no movements - the room is dark and dense
Noone is talking - i hear silence
I see 2 bodies lying on the floor naked
The outside door is open where someone evacuated

....I fall on my knees and watch the area again....
I see blood and vessels exploded
Scents of disgust of bodies eroded
Carpets are stained, walls are drenched
darkness of silence i watch in suspence
im shivered and quivered i watch their life flicker
im quicker to react as my insides get sicker
i watch dramatically and impatiently
i glare at my parents who are settled stationley
im scarred for life at the visions that haunt thee
the aspects of life that continually want me
i fall and go to sleep as i dream nightmares
i awake to my fears at wut the awful images that stare

....15 years later in 1982....
I sit in a straight jacket surrounded by idiots
there insane postured ridicule quick shits
im in a mental institution where i see my thoughts
i think of my parents... everytime i hear a sound that resembles gun shots
To just find out i held the gun as i seen them die
Everything i remember through The Seeing Eye

....1 year later in 1983....
Before i hang myself with these sheets
i want everyone to remember what the devil speaks
i aww in pain - and i tremble in fear
hopefully when im dead you find me here


To make the long story short we remember him for his talents
For the very last piece he wrote

The grass dies and they sky turns gray
The waters green the rocks decay
The Mountains cover the bright sky
but Nothing can be noticed with the seeing eye

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