The black controls the top part
It has fuzzy edges and the middle of it is so vacant
the black stares at me
he stares at me
wide open smile
I look into his eyes
He knows something
he has seen the horror of war
it leaves a mark on the man
the way he walks talks and acts have all been effected
I look into his eyes
and see death
hes watched a mother bury her son
a burden no one should bare
hes seen the life taken from a young one
there is no reset
or game over
its real