Have you ever paused to hear the echo of your own voice?
I stand undone, paralyzed by the barren landscape of your mind.
How could a single heart harbor thoughts so cold,
So entirely blind to the world that breathes beyond itself?
Never once did you glance toward the quiet casualties of your choices.
You walk wrapped in a mantle of absolute self-regard—
A tragic monument to your own vanity,
Self-absorbed, self-centered, blind to every sun but your own.
You diminish others with a casual wave of your hand,
Undoing lifetimes simply because the whim took you.
In the universe of your making, you are the sole constellation;
Only your light matters, only your desires dictate the course.
Your passions dictate; your ego commands.
You move without care, without pause, without room for another soul.
To witness such callousness is a quiet horror.
I am left hollowed by the sight—deeply, utterly revulsed.









