found via Nick Gentry
Her catatonic eyes hold my gaze and I feel it piercing through my retina, down the very center where there are no veins, no vessels, no chance of dripping blood or pain. I grow rigid, frightfully so, as a slow beating overtakes every pore of my body. Keep my eyes on her, keep my eyes on the goal and never look away, I chanted devoutly, knowing that once my eyes shift, the silvery needle will not break, only move into the flesh that can bleed and stream red tears from these eyes.
