Bad Memories

Rip em out
Until my sockets bare
Gouge out an eye
With that scissor pair

Pull out those balls
Hanging from my face
To be blind is kind
For evil resides in that space

My eye has seen
A horror that stuck
With knife in hand
One by one I pluck

Now you see me
Without any peepers
The images still stand
I've lost sight which is creepier