all eyes on me

Everywhere I look they watch me.
Down the familiar streets that I roam.
Under the buildings, and in the walls.
In my own room, they watch. In my dreams they watch.
From my reflection in the mirror they watch.
These are the places they watch.
The points of access, where they wait.
Waiting for that one wee slip
then out they'll seep from walls and mirrors and shutters and the eyes of paintings and billboards
and I will suddenly
be sucked in.
Gone into every watching crack and crevice between
the wafer thin veneer
of our world and the next.

Part of them.
Waiting there.
Watching you.