If your eyes were left open and fixed on my face would try to make yourself stop crying? Would you let them fixate on me for eternity until they rot and dry out in a cold desert wind? Could you stand the thought of your last vision being only me and nothing else? Would it cause you pain to know that is all you will see? Nothing else, only me.
If my eyes were left open and fixated on you, I would erode inside myself because you made me feel like I had nothing left. I would deteriorate with each failing breath. You filled me with folly and deception and nothing more. These eyes would gladly dry out and crack to erase the vision of what you lacked.
But my eyes are my own and I fixate on what I want. Because I am my own and not your worthless twat.