Midnight Eyes

Eyes so blue they are almost black.

They haunt me.

The frigid hopelessness that surrounds them hurts my soul.

Alone.

They cry out in a despairing voice that only I can seem to hear.

"I will kill," he says.

His voice is calm, deep, and fluid.

His eyes are cold.

He levels his gun.

I find my eyes drawn to his own.

He hesitates.

He drops the gun.

His are still cold, but something breaks through.

Concussion.

I blink, and he is gone.

He with midnight eyes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundum Wing. DUH!!!!

A.N. Its not really a poem, but oh well.