Vacant Windows

Vacant windows 
Fallen leaves 
Darkness swallows up the eves 

Swollen gutters 
Pouring rain 
Death is calling 
No one gains 

Shattered panes 
Winds surmounting 
His hair is blowing 
Dripping, hanging 

Barely visible 
Though somehow I see this 
As I gaze from a far 
Could it be him? 

No sound comes forth 
Though his lips are moving 
His hand is reaching 
I'm the only one looking 

With hallow eyes 
He's staring at me 
As if he's pleading 
For me to save him 

Nurses running 
Towards his presence 
His frail carcass 
Turns to face them 

I reach out 
As a savior 
I must help him 
Change his destiny 

I'm too late 
No one can save him 
If only he would try 
Love could conquer 

Asylum windows 
Are vacant windows 
Of the soul