In came the little boy, face covered in dread.
Eyes wide, he stared at what was ahead.
And he said,
"What dark clothes you have darling!
What hollow eyes you have darling!
Can you hear me?! Do you hear me?!"
The little boy shouts, the little boy pleas.
He turns around, tears streaming down his face
shaking, trembling, he says with haste,
"Someone please help me!
Anyone please save me!"
But the only response he receives,
is his own grief.
His future demise.
In a Man that saw all,
yet bore no eyes.