Dark veils underneath those whale eyes. Changing expressions, but those eyes remain. Irises that reflect no light in the mirror. Dim the incandescent. Maybe then you'll open those eyes.
Remember those doe eyes. Eyes which colored your cheek. That look which you held. The rope roughly dragging on Your palms. Those eyes are gone now. Like a deer dropped From 100 yards away. Whale eyes gazing in the scope.
Siren eyes. You've seen them a few times. So memorable. Been a while. No use to lure that now. Those eyes which Paralyzed you. Unable to move as those claws intertwined. The ocean is safe now. No sirens. Just whales and their eyes.
Blue lights and words serve as a good replacement. You shudder at looking into any eyes, but your own. Inverse half moons. Burn it into those deep pupils. Close them now. Those eyes look tired.