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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem