I felt rooted by the coat-
tail of my collar. A
sting roughly eating
its way deep in path
of unwanted desire.

People pass glances
of hate towards those
whose mere looks are
innocent gaze. 'By
the power vested
in me I shall
pass to you the
utmost dirtiest
glance of all.'

Behind the mirror,
it could be sense
that there are
eyes deep in
concentration
at a pitiful face.

Behind those faces
there are stories
that can be told
of the history
of these faces.
But the eyes stand
out more powerful.

And here so triumphantly.
I stand amongst
these stone face
people. People of
no heart nor soul.