'Staring '

Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, I got a glimpse of my sister's last moments.

Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, I felt my blood run cold.


Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, I knew the man I had once loved was gone.


Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, I wondered what kind of monster I was facing.


Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, I searched for a glimmer, for an inkling that there was good somewhere, that this soulless had a soul worth saving.


Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, I knew it was over, I'd done it, I'd made him let go of me, of any love he had for me. I'd hurt him enough that he refused to feel. He had shut down.


Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, she began to slip into a trance. She felt the joints in her fingers and toes began to harden and refuse to work. Despite the agony this caused, she couldn't scream, she was too transfixed on those eyes. Then from somewhere in the back of her mind a thought began to grow. She was being turned to stone.


Staring into those cold, unfeeling eyes, she knew that she should be afraid but all she felt was anger. Pure, unbridled rage.