Standing eyes closed a teen in white with silver eyes hidden beneath lids smiled,
As he felt the moving particle of life .
He was moving inside himself..
The satisfaction of being able to see life so close,and secure made him smile..
May be it was the most breath taking sight,
For the unsmiling lips to break into a smile..
For the face hidden beneath countless masks to stand alone infront of the silent sea of silence,
And smile to himself..
Looking back with a mischief hidden in his silver eyes,
He smiled..
A mad scientist..
A lovelorn fool..
A lone shadow..
Or a transparent figure..
Or the future nameless dead being..
He who smiled more as the end came close,
He who enjoys the agony burning through his being..
Alive yet dead..
Tied to the throne of thorns..
In his eyes,silver shines nothing but melancholy..
Yet mischievous smile never leaves him,
For he enjoys even his melancholy
