The Man With Ravenous Eyes

In a dark room, an old round table covered with dust, had a glass full of wine on it. A smell of moisture hung in the air as a cloud of thick smoke gathered above the man lying on a couch.

A dim light came in from the window, carrying the sounds of people fighting, arguing and hating each other.

Many days have gone by and this man was still lying on a couch, staring anxiously. He was now covered with dust.
The windows were wide open, and ever so constantly, noises came in from the street; noises of people fighting, arguing and hating each other.

The noises didn't seem to disturb him; he was motionless, as if he were dismantled. But his dark wide eyes animated by some strange force were glittering.

What was hiding behind them was truly and simply evil. He was in pain. He was suffering. Yet his ravenous eyes were eager to soar, to break free from that worn body of his.

It wasn't before late during the night that the noises faded into the darkness and sounds of lovely music filled the air. The enchanting melody lasted for hours; it brought back peace and serenity to his restless soul.

When the music stopped, the man with ravenous eyes was still lying there on a couch staring at the open window. Tears had rolled down his cheek and he seemed in harmony with the world he had flown to. His eyes were wide open and he looked alive. But inside he had stopped breathing long ago.

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