From the eyes of a man,
One whose memories are filled
Of wails and cries
of odd and blurred figures;
along with a wired machine that makes the same noise.
Many of you,
thy shadows faded not too long ago.
Yet the light shone once again.
Ironic how the spotlight aimed directly at me,
One that never shunned before—
at least not for me—
revealed the shadows of yours that have long vanished.
As you lay your gaze upon me,
as your tongue speaks of me,
and as you shed a forced tear upon me while looking down like a madman.
How I longed that I was seen,
I was heard,
and was remembered before I lay beneath.
For none looked at my way before I was ******
For everyone will see a man only when he can't be seen.
..None will see a man 'til he's a dead man..
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
From the eyes of a man,
One whose memories are filled
Of wails and cries
of odd and blurred figures;
along with a wired machine that makes the same noise.
Many of you,
thy shadows faded not too long ago.
Yet the light shone once again.
Ironic how the spotlight aimed directly at me,
One that never shunned before—
at least not for me—
revealed the shadows of yours that have long vanished.
As you lay your gaze upon me,
as your tongue speaks of me,
and as you shed a forced tear upon me while looking down like a madman.
How I longed that I was seen,
I was heard,
and was remembered before I lay beneath.
For none looked at my way before I was ******
For everyone will see a man only when he can't be seen.
..None will see a man 'til he's a dead man..