Crimson EyesThese eyesThese scarlet, glossy eyesGods power to see the symbolsLetters and numbers that seem to float in the airIts stuck in my skull.A gift?A curse?A precious treasure?Two, six, one....Why was I chosen to look and truly see?A thrillThe color as you dwindle down to zeroI shall dye this flesh to match the orbsA lustrous, tainted crimson.