murderer.

(narrator: Cinza)

hollow [blue] eyes look over the
wasted pavement full of roses,
where some of his friends
lay in vague hopeless
under six feet down.

blue [hollow] eyes search the gray
sky up above,
filled with blank clouds,
where some of his friends
dream in vague demeanor
six feet up his head.

whispering voices chant near
his uptight ears,
pulling him to
the imaginary field
of vague absolution – redemption.
‘what have you done?’

‘what did you do?’

mind bobbling images
appear near his bright blue
[hollow] eyes,
blocking the view,

- red, blood, red -

where some of his friends
still vaguely sound.

‘murderer!’
sharp knives to his slim,
pale chest,
aiming for his still beating heart,
aiming for his pathetic
excuse for existence.

‘breathtaking murderer!’

such beautiful hollow
[blue] eyes,
are now filled with
cold, bright tears, vaguely
remembering the
sound of his friends laughter.