Into Glazed Eyes
He murmured almost inaudibly,
the horror in front of him,
was all he could see,
a murderer standing over the dead,
full of hatred and triumphant and dread,
he looked straight at the killer’s
pale face and into glazed eyes,
dead bodies, no cries,
the murderer walked away,
nothing to say,
the dead would stay,
and insanity would play
so many tricks on his mind
as he watched life end that day.
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