bright eyes
the man with the dead eyes sat down in the old leather chair that groaned with every movement much like the man with the dead eyes would groan. he would groan at the sun, he would groan at the stars, he would groan at his groans.
the dead eyes seemed invisible to those around him but he knew that they were dead. they had not seen life for so long. it seemed that the more he paid notice to the deadness of the windows of his soul (and how he laughed at this one) the deader things appeared to be. babies were born yet they were dead before their first steps. new loves were broken before the first kiss. flowers wilted before they were put in soil.
he saw nothing of pleasure and sought nothing of joy. he sat in his leather chair every day and thought so very hard how things had become so dead, and he could not understand. beyond the deadness in his skull mask was agony so pure he fought every second of the day to wish forth with much strength that it could show in his eyes. anything but this deadness.
the deadness consumed him, it ate him up, it wasted him away. he was a shell both inside and out. dead. everything was dead. his days were full of emptiness and grey, nothing was of pleasure anymore and he wished no pleasure on anyone else. he wished everyone felt as dead as he did.
the nice couple that lived next door, well, they were dead. they were dead before he moved into the run-down dump of a house that he paid too much for. why wasn’t money dead? it seemed to be the only thing in his life still existing and breathing and taking and sucking the lack of life out of him. they were dead. he didn’t see them, but he heard them. the whispers, the hushed voices of those long gone.
the mirrors in his house were cracked, and each time he looked for his reflection all he could see was a shattered image of a worn man who had once stood so proud. he once was alive, and he reminded himself of this. he didn’t know when he went dead. somedays he wondered if he was living in a nightmare, but the cuts and burns never woke up him. he couldn’t feel, he couldn’t see.
