behind your words

behind the words you speak to me there lie a discrepancy

your gaze, those irises,

in your soul a deficiency

your presence is wonderous, 

calling the attention on everyone you meet

dunking us into your own morphine

that is how you feed

i watch you with fear

as you take on your wondrous form as an endlessly metamorphizing butterfly

masterfully singing of my poetry and beautiful looks, 

melodizing my own interests, 

shining in a myriad shadings of light,

a perfected reflection of everyone's self-perception

I'm left to wonder how you do what you do

when you are a dealer, trickster

and i can see the means in between

for, my friend,

the self-prevailing surveillance with which you watch me swallow

shows me,

that inside,

you are hollow