You stare at me
But all I see is hollowness
Created by all the indifference you saw
In this world
Your eyeballs fallen out
Like our fallen globe
We are blinded by our sights
Blind to our sights
And I cry at the passer-bys
But they do not see,
They do not see,
My tears cannot wash away
The darkened blood,
Blood from my eyes,
From where my own eyes
Have fallen out,
And as the passivity
Seeps in from the open gap
In my eyes,
Slowly, I stopped looking.
