I am Sam

My name is Sam, and I love to play games.
I used to have friends, but they called me mean names.
I had cool eyes, too; one orange and one red,
but just like my friends, they’re cold and they’re dead.
I play baseball; well, I did, until I went blind.
However, I can still see perfectly well inside of my mind.
Can I ask you a question?  I don’t mean to pry…
But why do people, like you, have to lie?
All these days are passing me by
I don’t have a choice; no, there’s no other way—
Please just stop squirming; I won’t go away.
You can run all you want; feel free, try to hide,
but I told you already: I can see with my mind.
I hunt people like you, not for the blood or because it’s “divine”,
I’m trapped in time
I just want some good eyes I can use to replace mine.
It’s easy you know; I’ve done it before.
You just pop them out with a spoon or a fork,
then detach them by cutting that red muscle there.
I pop them in my head after cutting off yours (euthanasia, to be fair),
and if they don’t work, then I just knock them both out
clean up my face and wash my hands, and try to reroute,
to find my next chance…
in this maddening trance…
It's been years; I want to see my mother, just one last glance...