Eyes 。。。

  In your eyes, there were thorns here and there, everywhere. Protruding from within, gladly consuming essences in the chalice of light.

  You cannot move.

  The windows of soul, infested by the past, can no longer turn its gaze away from any which are to come. Thorns spiking up the surface, taking away every last bit of moist that ever existed.

  You cannot cry.

  Inches by inches, numbness spread through the nerves, like nano-probe assimilating the humans, defences were attempted, yet as always, resistance is futile.
 
  You cannot win.

  It is like a mirror, eyes, they reflect. Sometimes the person within, sometimes the other way round.

  Therefore in your eyes, what I saw was actually ...