Hallowed Eyes Poem by Brady Morrison

Everyone has an eye colour.
It gives you your soul.
It allows you to be an individual, to the highest degree.

Than there are those with Hallowed Eyes.
Individuals who are lost in the darkness.
The one's who are trying to find their soul,
trying to become an individual, to be happy.

I'm still looking for my soul. I had it once and than met a person who needed one, so I gave them mine.
This person is now happy, has a life they are making their own.
But that person will never forget me, for a soul never forgets their owner.

Now with Hallowed Eyes I stand alone,
happy,
but lost.
I did the right thing, now I just have to find my new
begining.