I saw two old eyes glittering, your lips as a grimace
that bordered an envious smile.
In this hungry way, you seemed to eat yourself alive,
at the time of my unbecoming.
The cruel lifeless gaze was like a faceted gem.
I searched for a soul, but there was no essence.
I stepped right through you, to the other side.
For the corpse you had killed was left behind.
What has this sorrowing world brought upon itself?
How must I sing to those who feel the same way?
Where is the heart within, or must I abandon hope?
What is there left to tell, that is not already known?
