c.n.l.

eyes of blue, brown,

with golden grains

no one would ever guess

the thing he became.

his heart faded to grey

and his soul a dark blue,

his eyes were solid black,

his hellish tears were true.

he threw his dreams in the trash

with every punch he threw

and every scream of agony

all the awful things he'd do.

some drugs and hugs

light sprung to his eyes

now a dark chocolate

he no longer cried

but still a rotting body

on the inside

more pills more love

he turned the tides

hazelnut daydreams

and a heart of gold

if only he didn't discover

happiness gets old

he asked me late last night

if good things ever remained

i asked him why, he just sighed:

"my eyes are getting dark again."