a cold and distant stare
...everywhere
from you to me
and from me to the world
as though given a chance,
would be ripped away
by self-destructive nature

the tyranny of thought
gazes at it's "master"
from a distance of genius
to create loathing
and pity for no reason

empathetic?
or just plain pathetic?
horrified by all
when all is strange.
seize the night,
and let go tonight.