Empty eyes stare out,
Broken dreams are all that’s found..
A shadow, A shell, A hollow soul,
Drowning in depths, yet unknown..
Moans that should reach his ears fall short,
Eyes frantic to find the shells,
whose souls have left for just too long..
He finds a familiar face,
He dashes there, feeling blessed..
But the sadistic, cunning Death,
With him, played a cruel game..
Silently reached there, and snatched his love away..
Why was he the only one left standing??
Was death so full that he couldn’t take just one more??
Or was it his destiny,
To remain the carnage’s only live testimony??
Questions that have no answer haunt his mind..
Searching for signs of life in the graveyard,
His psyche seems lost..