I can see them at night.
They come in the dark.
Taking victims at whim.
No discretion is used.
Then the bodies are discarded.
Left on the beach for the morning sun.
Why has our town been targeted?
The nights aren’t safe in Oasis.
The tales I could tell.
But I won’t.
Cats can keep their secrets.
But The Dead don’t.
THE DEAD GAME
We see the world through our own eyes.
But what are we seeing?
Do we see reality or our own perception of reality?
Is our brain filtering out what we don’t care to see?
Am I seeing the same thing as you?
I believe we all look at the world in different ways.
We could be looking at the same thing,
but seeing something entirely different.
I’d be curious to see the world through
a set of different eyes.
Who knows what these eyes might show me.
Eyes are windows to the world. What lies beneath someone’s eyes? What is he or she thinking? Is he laughing at you or with you? Sometimes you never know.