Something Past The Eyes
-Something just past them,-
-The crimson eyes that did not blink.-
-They held no emotion.-
-None.-
-No happiness,-
-No remorse,-
-Nothing,-
-But Something.-
-Something in those eyes.-
The human world was full of emotion.
Love.
Hate.
There was no emptiness.
Not in the world.
But something NOT from the world.
Not his world.
Not Dib's world.
The crimson pools that held everything, yet held nothing.
His eyes...
Not the fake lenses,
But the true, claret eyes that Dib loved so much.
When I showed my friends this poem, it was in a very confusing layout. I tough it would give the idea of scattered thoughts and voices, but I guess it just made K-chansay Mr. Damingo would be proud... and 'confuzzled'. hehe... Yeah...