Circle Of Ouroborus - Dead Eyes, Dead Soul

Eyes are the mirrors of your souls, they say & but I'm so blind, a castaway & I tried to get into my thoughts & I endeavoured to rise, not to fall & Dead eyes, dead eyes... dead soul & The mirror and the reflection & my life and its destruction & Is this rot in or out of me? & Are my eyes too dead to see? & While walking among these graves & of living, breathing names & they look at me with their stars & they are looking into my scars & Dead eyes, dead eyes... dead soul & Stitches in my dried flesh & two pits for you to bless & these prospects of sin are erased & two pearls gone, I'm saved & White and thin like paper & like a hollow egg shell & something so fragile & can't keep your soul & it has flown away & with the sin of this world & the new inhabitant is here & free, streaming wisdom
Dead eyes,
dead eyes,
dead soul