I walk in this world not quite a part of it.
I see events around me unfold.
They nether change me or define me.
I muse at their hollowness.
They do not exist on my plane.
But, they are stones to tread on.
I watch as oppression flexes its strength.
I smile to myself
My world, my life.
I exist above oppression and violence.
My mind, my intelligence is free.
Take my land, loved ones, treasures of this world.
They wait for me in the dawn of eternal round.
You have no power over me.

I look into your eyes
Human on the surface
Underneath cold unfeeling
I reach and touch your hand
Hard, cold, unyielding
You touch makes me cringe
I yell, you blankly stare
Eyes cold and dead
Is your heart stone?
I reach to strike you face
Your features splinter
A spider web fracture
I muse in amazement
You dead eyes multiplied
Many eyes peer out
I hate you heartlessness
Blood from my hand
Flows down your features
I look at my hand you look at yours
Blood on your glassy form
I take you off the wall
You sicken me, you don’t feel at all