Whispers of Silence

Windows to the Soul

Those lonely eyes-
Never failed to haunt my sleepless nights.
Fairness is nowhere to be seen.
How could I notice yours, when none
   noticed the numbness I'm constantly in?

If I could paint colors to my own world,
   then I would.
Yet forgiveness is something given to
   themselves only by those who are bold.
And I am everything but a valiant warrior.
Hence, these individuals constantly pull
   me in: dauntless facades even with
   silent losing wars.

It might be cold, but does it not break?
They are strong ones, but do their tears
   not slip and leak?
Hence, I've always hated those lonely
   eyes that mirrored mine.
Reminds me of the woman whom I
   could save no more, when she typed
   a dot to end the tale of her sentence
   called lifeline.

End's unknown and those walls you
   built: people that cherish you it will
   rob.
Thus, let yourself live, be saved, and be
   loved; let colours paint those lifeless
   orbs.