"Two meanings, too late both ways, as we are all late and may as well be."

— The Sixth of the Ten Icks, Late

Eyes

Eyes watching me all around, I see Them.

Eyes in jars on the floor in the mirror.

The mirror!

They use my eyes,

My eyes are Theirs now,

My eyes become Their Eyes.

You are Seen now.

“I must…”

“Do what I can,”

“To delay Their spreading Influence.”

“I…”

I’m scared.

“I must leave,”

“It’s for the better.”

The better of this withered world.

“The…”

What does it matter,

We should all give in to the inevitable End that we are creeping ever-closer to.

What’s the point, after all?

They have won,

They have always won,

We have no chance,

They—

- Lily