I stare at him
With a fear of realising he would notice and smile back
I persist on observing this look
I want this look, I want this mood
I stare at him

The look is deprived of feelings
I sense a rage rising within
I splash water to get a better look
The water is cold, but the burn within is rising
With each drop trickling down
Their is no sign of discomfort
I stare at him

The eyes go moist and tell a different story now
The fear canot be washed away
Scratches of destiny are prominent than ever
He is volatile and can explode anytime
I ignore this intrudence and rage
I stare at him

He has changed, changed for no good
His belief has crumbled
The pride is gone, as he looks for cover
I could sense the discomfort and the pain is unbearable
He doesnt blink and neither do I
I stare at him