Tired Eyes Of The Dead

The tired eyes of the dead never stop looking. Through exhaustion they check both ways before crossing roads that lead to somewhere, but they're roads they don't directly take. The tired eyes of the dead belong to vessels that are just barely aware of what they're doing. They don't understand the messages they pass, from whom they come from or to whom they go. But they know it's a message they must pass. It's like a building itch they have to scratch. The eyes of the dead are tired, but cannot sleep. Even though they see things, and get headaches, and sometimes feel like they're on top of the world as though they've slept a ton even though they barely slept, they remain awake, and continue watching this world that's falling apart, and passing messages, even though they understand nothing that's happening.
It's me. I'm the eyes of the dead.