Through My Eyes

Just open your eyes
take a look through mine
A life composed of lies
and a lot less divine.

Sleep's the cousin of death
nights it suddenly takes me
wondering if I'm promised a breath
or slowly just decaying.

Everyday is a struggle
yet it only gets worst
tears form a massive puddle
similar to Katrina's birth.

My hart keeps pain concealed
its a shocking surprise
I could only reveal
If you could look through my eyes.