The Guy With Half Dead Smiles

I was strolling in a park when I saw him.
It was crowded but then I noticed something.

He was a guy with the spookiest eyes

and those creepy half dead smiles

For a moment, when my eyes met his

I saw a glimpse of the hell itself.

Agony, devastation and hopelessness

were the first few things I noticed.

Flashbacks of nights that he had cried

when his heart bled along with those eyes.

He was quick to notice me peeking

into his own deep abyss of misery,

and started looking down timidly

like a brat caught red handed in his mischief.

But I was persistent , to look once more

Into his eerie chamber of pain.

Next thing unusually queer about him

was the uncanny way he smiled

to coyly divert one's attention from eyes

which were a portal to the dungeon

where he was still tormented

by his demons hidden from the world.

However it was, it was so alluring

that thinking about it I got so lost

and almost forgot to realize that

I am not strolling and this isn't a park

I'm staring into the mirror, bewildered and lost.