If you dare stare
into the steep deep,
stark dark abyss;
Bliss?

Mew slew sighs
rue blue eyes,
staring, glaring back.
Misery?

Bliss. Misery.
Blissful misery.
Miserable bliss.
Blissery?

If you dare stare
into steep deep
rue blue eyes.
Blisserable?

The keen sight seen
etched in your interior,
stretched into delirium.
Breaking with the mold,
aching stark dark cold.
Carved into your mind,
starved until you're blind.

Insincere laughter in your ear,
rue blue eyes sharing a tear.
The depth of the abyss,
the size of your heart.

Please dare stare anew,
I thoroughly beg of you,
unless you are truly blind,
with an ever screaming mind.