Waiting the tears

He stood up there
like a blanketless ghost
with no holes to cry through
and a whole life to cry for.
Full of anger and guilt pressure,
death because of fear and personal issues..
No one who cares about it
just cause' anyone can see him.
And there he is...
staring in the middle of the livingroom,
looking at the empty chair he left
and willing to cry
just for any reason...
Tears doesn't arrive
cause there's no humanity
and second chances are not real
in the world of "deadly creepies"!