The sweetness that I thought,
It came out from my mouth.
I never could imagine the vice
That came forth from it.
As the resonance of the sound
Bounced off the glass of their being,
Pieces of the fragile flew all around.
The return I received induced
Guilt and shame, but most of all
Fear.

The parasite in me I fear.
Regardless of my consciousness,
I am forced to exhibit such hostility.
The reflection I see through the broken glass,
Is the broken image of myself.