Soulless Eyes
(What makes you the enemy)
Chloroform dreams;
The sadist illusion…
There is a gray concrete gate called
Cataract licking each eye…
Each of your soulless eyes.
There is no boundary to your vanity.
Your youthful pride, glares like your television,
Pressing advertisements for useless nothings.
This is your life.
This is your insanity,
And this is what makes you the enemy.
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