As I looked...

As I looked in the eyes of a broken man,

As I gazed upon his broken soul, being kept together by his tumbling skin,

I, thinking to myself about the promised wonders of this world we live in.

The day I saw that man, is the day I knew what a hero was,

I looked at every attempt he tried to keep it together

the further apart the walls of his inner peace broke,

Shattering peace-by-peace till eventually the foundations were left standing,

The day I looked into this man's eyes

the day I could have spot a broken heart,

A heart left with a body that layed still under the sunshines and dawns of a world no different than this,

I looked deep, going deeper and deeper, thinking he might be somewhere in sight.

The day I saw this man, the day I died looking straight at the devil's playground,

Angels being nowhere near this man, he looked as a smoke with no fire trying to find air,

Oh, the scares that are carried by this man, the tattoos that are on his cold feet.

Seeing this man made me see another hero with tears of fear,

Fear for the hopefulness of a future without the fruits bared by the tree in him.

When I looked into this man's eyes, I saw nothing!

I saw a blank page of a novel of endless pages,

The day I looked....

The day I lost!