The Deceased 

Look into my soul I won't promise you gold but only reflection of you which is hiding from the truth the selfless you lost in this herd and the dead you who was always unheard. Look into my eyes I won't promise you beauty but the tough times you went through and the times when you were found guilty,so when you find all of the above and betrayal somewhere in my eyes get that I wasn't mesmerized by you but your dead soul which now reflects mine.