HIS EYES

With those eyes,he stares at me
Glistening, Rage
How can this be?

Somewhere steaming in his veins;
Boiling, Turning
Desert Terrains

Why can't I feel you drawing near?
Whispering those things, I long to hear
When all is lost and gravely asleep
Deep down, my soul will weep

Casting a shadow; of what once was
Listening wisely of days to come
Though you can't hear me; I'll stumble through
Somehow we'll make it; we ALWAYS do!