they were silent eyes glaring and staring, as if demanding an answer, a wish to be found. but nothing else they did, nothing special, as if everything's arranged inside their corneas. as if convenience were a simple thought. wary eyes behind ivory castles built 10 feet high. maybe scared to death, maybe deluded, maybe just a hollow self, hoping for a return to the past. never thinking of a better future, always wallowing. - johnny, inspired by NA NA NA NA NA NA, MCR.