In Hollowed Eyes

All along the wind-swept streets vacant windows stare like ancient statues of stone eyes blaring where they stand in their site hollow faces cracked façades as ancient buildings pass night has come a chill is here at last along the vacant roads of a vast city in sleep stretching out into the unknown not a soul of this world turns but eyes unknown stare like vacant windows along a windswept street like eyes of a statue, blind standing in hollowed eyes blind in sight a scene all in a different light as neon pulses and flickers waiting to die as gloom lingers in windows faces float ghostly across a vacant city in its deepest sleep.