It looked at me strangely. Strange little fucking doe eyes which has once cried black tar. It had once begged for judgement. It cried the tears of rust and ashes and ammonia but it has since seen that there was no one left to play omniscient. Sure, there was once a time when it could look to the sky and watch it cry rain, but soon the drops of water no longer felt comforting. It stands alone in the cloudburst. No longer could it find solace in the raindrops rolling down its cheek. No longer does the water caress its skin as it now pools in the depths of its bowels festering amoeba.