#sometimes i wish i where blind

A Poem by Alucinor

She is dead to me.

Cause i killed her!

Projected my own pain upon her until i could no longer see if she was the true source of my suffering.

Do i hate her because she suffers? Or do i hate her because in the reflection of those eyes i can see myself...

The reflection of those eyes, the same eyes that captured my entire perspective making her expanding the apple of the eye my whole reality. Those pupil's becomes as mirrors while expanding out of love for me.
Those mirrors. I hate those mirrors, i hate that i see myself in those mirrors. A reflection of my whole being...

And only now when she is crying while i can no longer gaze into her eyes can i love her. For in that state i'm no longer mortal, no longer the one feeling the pain, my being becomes only an object with a purpose. devoted to cure the illness harvesting her beauty covering those dear eyes of her with tears making it impossible for me to see my own pain in that reflection. I love her til the day she is cured, and those dear eyes is no longer hidden in tears.
And her pain is no longer a drug for me to take. Objects can't heal

And when i'm human, i am no longer absolute