Your onyx eyes. They drown me. Yet I know you're never good for me. They're pitch black, an endless pit. You cut my heart, a barely visible slit. But it's there. It's bleeding. I guess it's worth it to bleed. When knowing I'd die staring into those onyx eyes of yours. I find myself falling into your eyes. I can't look away. Amazed. Hypnotized. Perhaps I'm under a curse I happen to cherish. Your gaze, so soft, can make the strong perish. But I'll keep looking. I'll ignore the bleeding. I'd cut myself some more for you if you wish. As long as I die to your onyx eyes.