My Happiness

A Poem by Devin O'Brien

Just thoughts basically

Eyes are just windows to the soul. The saying is so true yet true bullshit. Eyes are just a body part yet your eyes are the only things that let you comprehend all the things that make you mortified. Mort is the base word and it means death. Do our eyes really understand or it could be just our soul seeping out. I don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore the eyes or the soul. We don’t know who we are; We all just blend in.

The darkness feels like the only friend I can relate to. When you put a rooster in a c**k fight it can only fight or die. To be honest I don’t know if I died or won, but all I can say is that the option made me paranoid. Paranoid from the surroundings and the constant commitment of life. Why even commit? Just why bother… No real reason to. People have their religion or their job as a meaning for life while we just see no reason to. Seeing the world with naked eyes helps you understand the fucked up world. People shadow the world with their very dark sunglasses. We are aliens in our own civilization; dreading another day coming. We can’t kill ourselves. We don’t need help. We just need escape. The escape from life, from every painful brutality we must come to face or see. Hell, I don’t even bother trying to help anymore. My escape is something only I can hear and feel. My escape is the darkness as silence like cancer grows, and I drift further from reality into Hell. The eyes criticize my thought while my soul gets raped by the paranoia in my head. Who the f**k am I.