Soulless black eyes stare at you
With no signs of feeling
Not a hint of any emotions in those opal pools
She carries around a small mirror
It holds the souls of many
Perhaps her own soul has been trapped inside
Her presence goes completely undetected
She has no presence to detect
She seems merely an illusion
The way she disappears and reappears elsewhere
It's as if she's a ghost instead of a cast-off
Does she even know how to feel?
She speaks softly as if afraid to be heard
Low and ever so slightly cracked
If only to warn her crimson-eyed sibling to take caution
She remains forever loyal to her master
For he could end her life at any given time
Soulless eyes can be a good attribute
Any feeling she may have will never reach them
He heart is free to feel whatever it may
But she will always appear unfazed
The true epitome of bottled emotions
Impossible to decipher
Poor thing should consider a smile
At least once in her life
After all, she is still a child, right?
A/N: Yeah I know, it probably isn't my best, but I thought I'd try and do something to make up for my writer's block on Taking over me. To anyone who happens to read this: R & R plz. (that goes for any other stories, too) Who should I write next?