Glass Eye

I see what wasn´t.

A shadow of something that no longer lives with me

looks back at me from the bottom of the screen.

I see what isn´t,

a boy pretending to be a man

hiding his desperation

with a party smile

that fools no one but himself.

I see what is remembered,

a bleeding stone

flying aimlessly through the clouds,

a senseless fire

clutching it´s fingers

against a mother´s throat,

a boy riding pale mares

laying death

on everything he touches.

I look at what has become,

a parade of yellowed teeth

a voice that speaks of nothing to no one,

a man who looks like the boy I was

dreaming of things he couldn´t be.