The Princesses' Toy


Glaring eyes mine stare straight,
Penetrating deep the contorted beauty
My attempt has created,
My vision grows blurry with memories,
Pain becoming a reminder of me,
Waking the dreams of past love lost.

Never such am I so blind,
Self-jaded when I
Hand create the multiple worlds aligned
Of self-sacrificing eyes,
A black inked horizon fare
Brazened upon my forehead flared.

Ebony upon canvas flesh, 
A stretched mind's child reflecting
What once I saw before my eyes began
To dream of the world before sunrises.