• Blue Eyes

    Lifeless, cold, emotionless blue eyes shrouded by such paper white skin.
    Ice cold is wrong for this man once full of fiery passion,
    Animate in every way, shape, form but now unmoving, uncaring.
    How can so many memories be of these emotionless blue eyes?

    A stiff, blue hand clasped in my own but no returned grip.
    A hand that comforted, stopped the hurt, punished, taught, moved with elegance and purpose
    Now limp, unmoving in certain death.
    How can so many thoughts revolve around this unliving hand?

    Smooth colorless face which holds a blank expression.
    Did a smile ever burden those pale cheeks or quark those thin lined lips?
    So many amazing bedtime stories maybe had never past through that unmoving mouth.
    How can this be the last memory of such an alive person?

    Its against law, moral, everything I have ever believed in,
    Realization, such sweet knowledge.
    This isn’t he,
    Not this empty shell.