The Watching Eye

In darkened rooms where shadows creep,

An eye remains, awake, no sleep.

Fixed upon you, cold and bright,

Glimmering with unnatural light.

It blinks but once, a heavy lid,

In hollow skull where secrets hid,

And though you turn to look away,

Its stare will follow night and day.

It sees the things you thought were lost,

The hidden fears that come at cost.

It knows the sins you bury deep,

The lies you hold, the truths you keep.

In every mirror, every pane,

The eye appears, hungry, insane.

Closer now, in shadows sly—

It watches still, the watching eye.

And when you feel it near at last,

A silent breath, a frozen gasp—

You’ll know it’s there to claim its prize,

To drag you deep within its eyes.