Eyes of the Beholder

Sudden rainfall.

Not of tears, but memories

torn and ripped with no mercy.

The eyes are black of the beholder,

held there by the great feeling of never growing older.

"But does that keep you safe there?"

she says with such despair.

The sky falls heavy on his head.

The land of make believe is full of dread.

So his eyes turn white again,

he hears those words still said again,

"The eyes of the beholder are dead."