Cold grey eyes,
Staring back from cracked mirrors.
Spiderwebs blooming.
Flaws aplenty –
Salvaged,
Scavenged,
For scrap.
Living off the dregs,
Of living.
These eyes see everything.
Deflecting true depth;
With frivolous joviality.
Grey almost looks blue,
In sunlight.
In this darkness,
We know better.
Deflecting True Depth; With Frivolous Joviality.
