I find my minds eye is clouded,
Marred by ocular madness,
By the squiggles,
Shapes appearing like a vinyl,
Little lines dancing about as couplets,
A disco in my vision,
A riot before me,
No colours,
Just monochrome,
They silently play tag with my focus,
Frolicking away before I can make them out,
I seem to have a million friends in my eyes,
Or is it my imagination?
Degeneration?
Insanity finally seizing control?
They say the eye is the window to the soul.
You can see a persons good in their eyes.
And their evil.
A looking glass to the soul.
An eye reveals who someone truly is.
But what of your periphery?
That forgotten component of this looking glass.
Your periphery is a nexus for your imagination.
An object seen in the corner of your eye could become anything.
A friend?
A threat?
A mystery?
Was that shape a killer?
Was that flash a specter?
Was that shadow a monster?
Was that light an angel?
The corner of your eye could be benevolent.
Or it could be treasonous.
It depends on your imagination.
Do you dream of love and peace in this world?
Or do you perhaps dream of carnage and villains?
Do you imagine worlds of shadow and mystery?
Then look to your periphery vision.
It could show you anything you wish.
Or that which you don’t.
Fear the nightmarish Beast of Eyes.
With its overpowering azure gaze.
With its writhing tentacles ready to choke your soul.
With its disturbingly soothing speech.
With its abhorrent expressionless countenance.
It wants you to feel no hope in this life.
Dread the evil Beast of Eyes.
It sees your deepest secrets.
It knows your innermost desires.
It glares at your hearts yearning.
It preys upon your dreams.
It wishes nothing but the ruination of your soul.
Despise the disgusting Beast of Eyes.
It’ll whisper of deceit to your lover.
It’ll plant seeds of betrayal in your friends.
It’ll cackle as your family splinters.
It’ll hound you for all of your years.
It will turn everyone and everything against you.
Before it strikes, you’ll wish death upon yourself…
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