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Eyes


I dare you to 

 

Stare through the dirt-smeared windows. 

Behold two panes of heavy glass. 

Feel the pain of the tear-stained past. 

 

Hollow and empty, they live while dead. 

Scenes of nothing, of numbness, of dread. 

Cut on the inside 'till silence is left--

 

Silence emcompassing internal death. 

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