The watchful eye in the dark sky
Never rests, never sleeps,
It observes and creeps
Upon me with constant vigilance.

The eye so sly, in the black sky,
Always open, always judging,
The bottomless pupil staring
Down upon me every night,
In the blackness of my room without light.

The scary eye in the moonlit sky,
My continuous nightmare,
A dream impossibile to bear
Of watching myself fail.

Of never meeting my own expectations.