Those eyes are filled with hate
of years of hurt and betrayal
eyes of a dead mans heart
traces of disgrace and shame
they hold all the erects of the world
of pain and hurt and misery
Those eyes are filled with fear
of what is to be and what has become
of dirtiness and discretion
wanted attention turn toward you
and leaves a bruise upon your face
blackness eating your core
Your eyes were filled with happiness and joy
but then you looked out the window
and saw what the world really was
