in pity, for i feel sadness for their sight, and wonder, my eyes
look at the people which so
desperetly
cling onto the reality's demise
and make hope and light and hue for
their soul's ghostly endevour
day to day, fever-
like, trance that coos the drooping eyes
day to day, causing such tone and vision's iridescent lines to rise
running along them their desperation
never ends, albeit bitterness
left to linger, the hand brushes the teeth faster and reflection greets with fondness
and no one knows the tears left on lashes
like i do, so i guess my eyes will still seek the mirror's edge
