Shame.

Eyes wide open, the pondering gaze
Look right through me, bow down in shame.
That shame, that gaze replaced by a sham
This age and world not worth a damn.

That shame again draws me closer
Closer to the eyes of the beholder.
Those eyes again, they drive me mad
They seem so sure, depth, them sad.

That shame that seems so lost on oblivion
That shame I wonder when it left us Lord.
Instead we're greeted by unfocused eyes
That shame we crave for, that shame be mine.

Shameful.