Hints of passion hide among your eyes
blue as ice they seem to sing
of better days in former years
when not everything was as it seemed
and beneath every layer you'd find the world
in all its marvel and all its mystery
but you would discover life as it went
turned out to be something else
as the mysteries became memories
and the layered cake of which you ate
turned out to be a children's tale
so when your icey eyes perceived
a world so rotten from underneath
you took the only way you knew to go
and threw yourself from off the world
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