Halls of the Dark Muse

The Eyeless

They came across a distant sea
dark eyes watching me, vapid;
they are me

Stealing glances, glazed
stares; they are me
as they wait in their dusty
halls

Seeming beyond the restraint
tasteless and removed;
they are me, in their funeral
clothes

Painted faces that don't
mean a thing, only their eyes
staring upward; they are me,
with false steps

Shallow breaths, empty words,
recant this mode of thought;
they are me, tripping over
actualization

They are me,
with grinning eyes
which traipsed across
the sea.