Eyes of A Dead Man

These deep blue oceans,
have been scarred by emotional erosion,
they view nothing as being the same,
some would claim I might be insane,
Saw as being happy, but really ashamed,
Praying to god, but by the devil I have been claimed,
If I fall, than I rise,
Because, never may I be able to close these eyes,
seeing what most people dont,
seeing things people wont,
Staring into nowhere, not being aware,
That nowhere is everywhere,
I look forward with the same glare,
Seeing these oceans, all you can do is stare,
and as you see deeper, you start to realize,
that these oceans have more to them than meets the eye,
that I was okay and my oceans were clear,
you see the pain taken in for years,
you wonder why I stare at the ground,
and I wonder why im even still around,
There is only one conclusion I can find,
and hopefully, one day, god will bless me,
and curse me blind...