Two black eyes

Two black eyes watch me from the window. A whitish halo surround them while floating static in the dawn's dead air. The stars move lazy. The moon, queen and mother of all life, is carry by two giants with leopard skin and diamond tongues. There is no silence that can resist this penance. No nightmare that can escape my pain. Not a single trait of anger that does not torment me, not a spiteful remorse that does not consume me. Because I've seen the floating black eyes, in the reflection of the window.