All In The Eyes
The eyes are one of our powerful weapons. I hear so many comments made about my eyes.
“I saw the world in your eyes.”
“Everything I ever wished for, I could see in your eyes.”
“I’ve never known anyone give me such a malevolent stare.”
“You are dead behind the eyes.”
“That hollow look you give me, chills me inside.”
“Your reptilian, empty stare always unnerved me.”
When we first engage with you, we are able to reflect back at you want you desperately want. Hope, optimism, desire and trust are all mirrored in our eyes. Do not be mistaken and think that we generate those looks. We do not. All we are doing is ensuring that you see what you want to see in order to ensnare you. This mirroring serves two purposes. Firstly, it shows you what you crave for and makes us all the more attractive to you. Secondly, it masks the empty void that truly exists. Whilst my kind and me learn how to behave and act, we mimic the way in which we are expected to respond in the most favourable manner, we do not truly feel any of those things and we cannot generate it in our eyes. Everything else we are able to simulate – the laugh, the smile, the look of surprise, the intonation of elation in our voices. We have carefully crafted these facsimiles of your emotions but managing to do so in our eyes has always eluded us. We cannot fall at the first hurdle however and have you see through our charade. Accordingly, we have managed to master the mirroring technique. You want that love and hope so badly you will see it in us when you are really just seeing yourself. We hold your gaze for longer than anyone else. You are conned into thinking this is just demonstrating the intensity of our desire for you. It is not. We must look directly into your eyes to shine back at you that which you send towards us. Should we look way, the reflection may fail and we must always have you in our eye.
As with all of our pretence we are unable to maintain this deceit for long. The mirror breaks and the shards of reflection fall away leaving the chasm of emotionlessness behind. The barren hinterland beyond our eyes is all that is left, bereft of anything at all. That is why in the later stages you will see nothing when you look at us. We cannot generate those real emotions and our mirror has now failed. Our real gaze is all that is left, cold, empty and lifeless. People often remark about how the eyes are the window to the soul. Our soul left long ago and that is why you look into dead, uncaring eyes. Even though our mouth is upturned in a smile, the crows feet at the sides crease and the brow rises, our eyes betray us. Glacial and sterile they show the reality of what we are; devoid of positive emotion and spiritually bankrupt.
All that we are able to muster is hatred. Our loathing of this unjust world is so intense that it will break through when we wish to direct that hatred against you. That is when the emptiness vanishes and instead you are subjected to our laser-like, pinpoint accurate malevolent stare. I mentioned in the recollection about the cookie jar, how I had practised my withering stare one summer. This is the precursor to our malice, our antipathy and our scorn. With consummate ease we will call on it to intimidate you and signal our contempt for you. It is powerful, unwavering and unsettling. To be on the receiving end of our hateful stare is not a pleasant experience. We muster such power with our eyes, to seduce you and then to break you, but the reality is that we only have three settings. The mirror, the void and the hatred. There is nothing else. That is all that our eyes have.
8 thoughts on “All In The Eyes”
It sounds crazy, but I begin to enjoy the hateful stare. As long as it is not dangerous for me, I really enjoy it, because that means, they have no power about me and they try to get it but cannot. No power. Hate is some times an expression of a lack of power.
I think i can spot this now, i’m not 100 percentage sure if i’m right but i do look for it, i can’t help it, i even look for it with people on TV. HG i think Marcus Wareing is one ?
You also reflect our worse fears, feelings of inadequacy, and past trauma. You put an external voice to our inner most critical internal one. You find our echilies heal and kick us directly in it, repeatedly. A most horrible talent that makes us think we are doing it to ourselves!
I would love to gaze into those fathomless eyes. I must say though it is a treat to see Your sexy legs. Damn, I bet You are so fit Sir. Thanks for giving us these tiny glimpses. Your loyal empath army has fallen in love with the real You, never having seen Your facade. Even though I’m sure it’s dazzling, I love to imagine the icy fear I would feel if I ever had the chance to look into those eyes. You are terrifying, brilliant and perfect. Happy holidays Hotness. ❤️😘✨
But, I fear it is still not the Real him. It is only that whom he wants us to see, or better yet, that whom WE want to see.
But, I agree, either way, he is magnetically irresistible. It should not be this way, though!
We should despise His Kind! And yet, even though we know what is His Kind, we still become flushed in his presence. It is inexplainable and inexcusable.
I do, rather, loathe 😡 him for making me so… admire 🤗 him. It embarrasses my morals.
How dare he. 😢