Vacant Eyes

Feet swayed in the air

Above a tipped chair 

That was kicked over without care

By the same feet that once stood there

That once supported a distant stare

Of despair and disrepair 

The others unaware 

Their vision impaired 

By a smile that was really just scared 

Because it bared 

A sick sadness

No one knew he had this

Slit on his wrist

This slit on his psyche

They didn't know he might be

Making a major decision

To make a division between his

Mind and his matter 

So he tied tight 

Before his sight could scatter his thoughts

Thinking weather or not 

To stop living or just stop

But the situation he sought 

The plot he thought

...he forgot

But he was sold on the idea 

That death could be bought

With a rope and a chair

And now he swings there

With a cold, distant stare