Anonymous
the last gaze of a lost soul wanders upon a mirror
his face unrecognizable
his eyes trademark him
worn, old, bloodshot
jaded, tired, faded
empty
yes, mostly empty
in his head his head reflects
in his eyes his eyes project
the lies inside his hollow head
but with his final moment carved into time
who can help but wonder
who can help but dream
how wonderful it all could have been
if he wasnt born a reflection of something dead