psynapse

"where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves his broomstick arms,
and does a parody of each unconcious thing you do.
when you turn around to look it's gone behind you,
on it's face it's wearing your confused expression where your eyes don't go.

where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering,
it's a nightmare you'll never be discovering,
you're free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow,
but there's a pair of eyes in back of your head.

every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders what the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of.
should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you?
or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?"