green eyes...
oh sparkling jewels...
you were emeralds...

and he was cruel...

oh eyes of onyx...
still jewels...
now dark, and jaded...

you were a fool...

faded dreams...
faded years...

so many tears...

those gems...
oh those eyes...
are mirrors...
mirrors of your mind...
and mirrors of your heart...

Does it beat?
Still pulse a crimson flow?

or did your spirit bleed out...
with that final blow?