No more rats scratching anymore,

left behind

-I'm fine

left behind

I'm-
Lost to you
Empty gaze where you should be
Lost without you-
You find ways to lose me.

You're more machine than me now
You will your eyes into one-way mirrors
but I know what's in there,
in your reflective gaze
You had the biggest brown eyes, but now-
I can't see in
But you can't see out
I can't see in
But you can't see out
but you still can't see yourself without
Rats- scratching at the back of my mind
Scraping away the time
Rats- scratching you away from me
Your eyes will never reflect me.

What did I expect,
from all these Rats?