The eyes of this world are filled with memories.
Some are broken, shattered and stitched
together in fragments.
Some are whole, untainted, resisting time itself.
And some, some are simply ghosts of who they were, a silenced story of the past.
The eyes of this world have seen it all.
The blood-drenched battlefields, the hell of
suffering, the beyond skin-deep scars of war.
The innocence of children tainted by evil, by
hatred, by those they once called their 'own.'
The eyes of this world want nothing but peace.
To remain tranquil eternally, to have the burden of the world's raw and evil truth lifted from their vision.
The eyes of this world want to be freed.
From the inhumane chains we have bound it with, from the violence, the cruelty, the prejudice we feed it.
From us 'benevolent' humans, the eyes of this world long to be saved.
