The Malignant Surprise

The Malignant Surprise

The silent stories, the words, the whispers

The eyes, the movements, the actions,

In the dark tunnel underground,

Are all measured and bound.

They aim for the blue sky above

Everyone shipshape for a surprise at the other end

The malignant force surprises them

Rather in a different form.

The Yellow Eyes

"The Yellow Eyes"

In the yellow eyes was only dirt

I could smell the tobacco within

The dark facade, narrow like a tunnel

Deep like a well caught me

Like a pitcher plant catches an insect.

Enslaved by the words

I refused to open my mind

To thine self which was so white

All I did see was the black face and the dirty skin.

When shackled within, I saw a flame,

It was candlelight!

Oh! You were burning to lighten me!

I cried, I cried but you were dead.

Your soul whispered before it left

"O Man! O Man! See...!

In the dark tunnel, a candle burns

It is black with yellow eyes

Let it burn you too...!"