the eye of my obsession

I told her I was sorry,
She wouldn't listen t me.
Night had grown to morning
As it does so naturally.
And still we sit
As I plea my case,
Boredom written on her face.
"There's no way your innocent
lets not make that mistake."
So rather fight with those who care not.
Rather struggle with those who can't see.
I just removed the problem,
Twas easy as one, two... three.
Once I had her limbs tied down,
I popped my thumbs in place.
Warm and liquid,
Like water or goo.
Blood and salt strewn down her face.
A sickening flick of the wrists!
Followed by a brutal cry;
Sitting, now on two small thumbs,
....
A pare

Of large

Blue Eyes