He got up from his muddy bed
to find his favourite flowers wilting next to him.
Taking a whiff of the midnight air
for once he could smell the moonlight so dim.
He stood up on his dead feet
to find his pain all gone
The silence groped him
now, that he was all alone.
Realising he didn’t blink for so long,
he did it… just to feel human.
He breathed once more
to colour his skin so ashen.
No longing could hurt him now.
No wishes he wanted fulfilled.
Absence meant nothing to him,
for every desire in his dead heart was killed.
He knew not where he belonged.
He had forgotten the desires he longed.
“Was he happy?” was a doubtful thought,
since sad he definitely was not!
The wind cooed in his ears
The wild dogs howled out to him
He smelt life around himself,
but no scent of the same within.
Roamed the town aimlessly
in the chilly air of Montockshire.
Not a shadow did he cast on earth,
nor did his eerie attire.
Breezing past a hobo asleep on the pavement,
disturbing not a soul dead or alive.
Peace engulfed his every step,
since no sound could he revive.
The moon silvered his way
to show him some light.
But failed to show a similar soul
in his world of black and white.
Squeezing through the walls and the locked gates,
he knew not what to believe in.
Sight, smell and touch betrayed his senses
He fought a silent battle he could not win.
The sun never showed up on his face
It is always night in his eyes
Without choices he walks the lanes of Montockshire,
waiting to touch the sunrise
The wind whispers to him throughout
Since his journey has no end
The world of black and white will colour his life
