That Look You Gave Me

In a dark corner
sits a solemn stare.
A blazing look that
speaks the world.
Without a peep or
a single sigh it
Sits very simply and
Stares.
Fiery eyes flood
with iceand become
barbed spears that
Ignore nature and refuse
to melt.
Wicked weapons of
Quiet that rip and tear
and blanket the ground
with a cold sticky carpet of
blood.