his eyes do profoundly
haunt
they're pitch black
and of soul so terribly
gaunt

a chill runs down the
spine
on seeing grounds black
one can't bear their deathly
opine

I feel he's not
human
the black displays
no essence of a living
span

a
black
inexplicable
a
black
of
hollowness
a
black
grotesque
his
eyes
of
nothingness