Something about the way you look at me. 

Those eyes are not so velvety and yet stark heavy. Staring at me stirs something deep inside, like the sun of my my voice with bright changes just is out shined by the moon. I hate how i am washed out in contrast toward his manifest. Despising. Seeing. Him.Burn. The thick velvety shadows arouse me and comfort me, doing the tango with this circus treatment of disfunctionality.. Oh i didn't see you there, do you want something with me?