He had dead eyes, Whispers in the night, A shadow in disguise, Lost without a light.

The moonlight softly gleamed, Secrets in the air, A heart that barely dreamed, Wandering without care.

He walked a lonely road, Echoes of the past, Carrying his load, A ghost that won't last.

He had dead eyes, A story left untold, In a world that lies, Chasing dreams of gold.

His silence speaks so loud, A chill runs through the trees, Among the restless crowd, He’s searching for release.

He had dead eyes, Faded like the dawn, In shadows, he sighs, Forever moving on.