The eye doesn't speak,
But can tell a story that unfolds.
It watches from a distance,
But can show the smallest of details.

It sits on the wall watching the life of others.
It has seen the happy couples,
The sad break ups,
And the great reunions.

But the eye wishes for so much more.
To see all the emotion and freedom in the Chaotic mall,
It wishes to walk, talk and enjoy its surrounding.
But instead is stuck observing from afar.

But in its soon future the mall becomes empty.
And the eye has nothing to watch,
Its life dissipated to a close
till it goes black.

In the black abyss,
All of the faces the eye could see were fading.
With time passing by as slow as wet clay falling apart.
The eye was nothing more than a camera in a mall.