your menacing eyes

You get a bad taste in your mouth
every time you look in the mirror
those eyes have something
dangerous in them
You've grown hungry and mean
and you can't shake it anymore
there was a time when
you could blame it on circumstance
and bad luck
only a fool would believe you now
Can anyone sit in the same room
and not feel your menacing eyes?
no one can cover for you now
questions have turned to statements,
intuition to fact
Everyone sees you're dying
and at your own hand
Their eyes follow you
with disgust and helplessness
you give away so little
yet they know so much
Is there an explanation?
These are not the eyes
you were born with
this is not the path
anyone thought you would take
You are an angel of rot,
a caricature to fool the simple
you are the end
that refuses to come.