"invisioned: Dance of the Dead"

I saw him alone, in his' own little world. Eyes pinched together, barely able, To see over the edge of infinity. I watch him. Not with my eyes, but with my soul. My heart aches. It opens. A single drop of blood falls, in an anguished cry. His' blanket, fell at his' feet. Snow, danced around the body, and, I could almost hear them laughing. Were they merry,At knowing he had strayed from his' broken state? I watched, and I scratched my mind, On a whisp of barbed wire.