The eyes of tearful past
Gaze upward, past small faces
I watch him
He begins to rise himself
Off the coldhearted bench
Gazing through the distance
Thoughts reoccur in his fading mind
He lays back down
Roaming, helpless and scarred
He lost himself in fear, and that alone
Links of steal and agony
They fall beneath earth's eye
What's left alone to pity
Has nothing, than to die
Tears of saddened hearts,
They are, but a target
The world, they are the darts
Piercing happiness, in the eye
He grazes, in weathered grass
Throughout a darkened tranceless state
Left to gather thoughts
Expected sadness, on the contrary
He is dead to the world
What are you