Seas of drowning eyes.

Looking across the seas of drowning eyes,
How do I explain the emptiness felt,
All I see is grey,
I feel as though I can speak for them all,
The grey people with drowning eyes,
They've been stumbling through the back streets,
Their lips stained crimson, craving more,
Almost prisoners of their mindsets,
They cling to former knowledge and pride,
The poor lost children in the seas of drowning eyes.