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Me, Myself And A Couple of Eyes

Twinkle Twinkle little eyeballs in a jar    
I admire my next victim from afar    
blue eyes that sparkle like the sea    
blue eyes that don't even see me    
   
I will follow him wherever he goes tonight    
I have some medicine, he wont put up a fight    
I will stab him in the neck with the syringe    
that's when the real fun begins    
   
I'll take him back to the garage    
I'll be nice and give him a heart massage    
with my bare hands I will feel it beat    
he is already dead meat    
   
before he passes away    
we are going to play    
organs that are still alive feel out of this world    
I will be the first to admit I am the psycho neighbor girl    
   
he slowly dies on the floor    
I sit on top of him like a whore    
I ready my four inch blade    
I whisper in his ear "don't be afraid"    
   
I trace the eyes with the tip of my knife    
Its Exhilarating taking ones life    
I want the eyes    
before he dies    
   
I collect the last thing they ever see    
in most cases its my knife or me    
his breathing slows down    
that makes me frown    
   
I make my first incision    
I cut each eyelid with precision    
I have one of his baby blues in my hand    
So excited I can barely stand    
   
I have a special jar for the blues    
holding it as it starts to ooze    
I wipe my hands on my pants    
he shares a jar with my aunt    
   
I straddle him, he still breaths    
I let out a sigh of relief    
I take the second eye slowly enjoying the moment    
this must be his day of atonement    
   
it pops out with that same awesome sound    
his lifeless body lays on the ground    
now I have four blue eyes in one jar    
I drag his dead body to my car    
   
I take him to the lake and watch him sink    
while he goes under I sit back and think    
there is still a color I need for my collection    
I have to get ready for my next selection    
   
I put the jar with four blue eyes next to my bed    
I cant get his image out of my head    
blue eyes that sparkle like the sea    
blue eyes the only thing they see is me    
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
Written by nikkimoe
Published | Edited 4th Oct 2012
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