I looked into the eyes that once held my gaze.
The look he gave was of no pure intention.
No kindness or safety.
No honesty or morality.
The look he gave, the look he held, the look he forced.
The pure evil that leaked from his dark brown eyes.
They had looked so much lighter before.
So much more vital.
Now they portray those of a mad man.
Crazed and starved of normality.
Like he had been caged and kept in the dark for years on end.
Fed only lies and hate.
Shown only deceit and sin.
I looked into the eyes that once held my gaze.
The eyes, that no longer belonged to the man he once was, but to a monster.
YOU ARE READING
From the Depth of my Subconcious
PoésieTHE HIDDEN PART OF MY MINDS QUERY AND MAKE UP. THIS IS MY WHOLE SELF, THE PART OF ME THAT I HOLD DEAR. THE WORDS, THE POEMS, THE STORIES, THESE, ARE THE REFLECTIONS OF MY IMAGINATION.
