Muddled bubbles

Through the hollow sunken eyes
Deep down buried in gold debris
He could not discriminate the shade
Whole world in Grey, a true charade

Good or bad, right or wrong, white or black
Nothing really matters on the heart's track
Counting the seconds in drops he drinks
Confused he is, too frayed for a shrink

These words are all he got left in his tricks
Words which are eternal, they never sink
Too pure were his maneuvers of love
He forgot to save some for his own dove

Like a grapevine overflowing the love
Never trust the returns this world shove
This broke his soul, essence lost forever
Feel though he must, whenever wherever

Does he feel the same for everyone here
Or has the feel sunk, does he not care?
Attention from the beauty makes him weak
The next second knows not what he seeks

Climb Hills, drink rivers, fight the nightmares
This fool will stomp over all the ugly stairs
Just never ask it to love with so ferocity
A battle he lost, never to return to this city