Devilish details

Faces pass me by through my glass wall as I pry into their thoughts. Hidden eyes peer back at me.

With their punctured apparitions all caught up in wrong conditions vie and jostle for position to supply me…

With their independent thought but then sometimes I feel wrought with the pain that I have sought to deny me. 

So to all those tragic lies that sit trapped beyond the eyes as your moment slowly dies. You surround me!