He stares out, a blank
expression in his eyes.
An unknown suffering.
A callous domination
that is chained within himself,
with a discharged melancholy.

His hands shake while the melancholy
feeling consumes him. Blank
is his
appearance. Nothing in his eyes
to show us the unwilling domination.
He never gives into to the relentless suffering.

With each glance at him, my heart suffers
more. All of these feelings are melancholy
to me. I wait for him to dominate
his fears. To leave them with the sheet left blank.
To look up with a fury in his eyes.
I want to fear him.

But in this strange revelation, I see him.
His hair so silken and his eyes
glistening. I have watched him suffer
and I have been consumed in his eyes.
He leaves my thoughts, an utter blank
and my whole being is dominated.

But, this domination…
is not one I fear. Nor does it make me want to hide from him.
My whole life now seems blank.
I have watched him suffer
and in return I have too. Melancholy
are my thoughts. All I want is to look in his eyes.

I feel something fall from my eyes.
A strange wetness that dominates
and makes my life more melancholy.
And as I watch him
I feel my heart falter. And I know that I must suffer
through this life that seems so blank.

So in his eyes, I feel content. Even though his
being dominates me and makes me suffer.
But melancholy I feel no more, for blank, I am no longer.