My Sad Observation Of Deprivation Poem by grim blackhart

Bloodshot eyes, bloodshot eyes,
how can you see through those bloodshot eyes?
peripheral onto lust,
directing in front of eyes,
another view again impaired,
begining through an unknown fate,
i sat and watched a desperate slipping.
reality now is....
fading away. refusal,
now left... alone in solitude.
alone. once a satisfied disposition,
morphed into the unknown. so unknown,
consciously dictating divinity, a callous abservation.
now alone
with bloodshot eyes
avoiding reality, scared and
hiding behind a pathetic disguise.