Those Black Eyes.

See both sides of the coin,
And the borders of life,
A society you cannot join,
So you look at knives.

Faith in one,
Strength in many,
Good deeds done,
Desperate for any.

I want to know what brings you joy,
To keep you living through every stare,
And how you play emotions like a toy,
For your attitude is so very rare.

You stare straight through me,
Right into my soul,
I hope you notice,
How it is so cold.