The Eyes of the Night

The eyes of the night are watching me,
as I lie awake in bed.
They see my every move and thought,
as they pierce inside my head.

I slowly try to forget,
the gleaming outside.
I put the blanket over my head.
I know, though, I cannot hide.

They watch me intensely,
as the sun rises to a new day.
I look out in hopes for identity,
but the eyes have gone away.

I feel the stalk lurch,
as I walk into the light.
Were these the same eyes
that watched at night?

I look at all the people,
that eagerly pass by.
Each with there own look and smirk,
but none of them have eyes.