more ways than one

I look into the glass.. these two eyes stare at me
and I feel exposed

They are just like mine..
hiding it all inside
in the strife to ferret an answer or two
from the abyss of my heart
and they look at me like none have before
or can.. ever
and i feel weak.I'm losing all hope
to support a little more of those drops..
in the vast ocean of secrets
in the hollow of the heart
just a little longer...

They can peep into my soul
and they make me languish..
in all the grey that's there
because I am a sinner
and I have known that
though I can't make amends
neither do I aspire to
but they expose me
like nothing else
and no one else

And I languish..
and i fall..
and i know now
It can cut in more ways than one