1 July 2012
Look at them and learn to feel.
Can you feel their futures dwindling?
Spiralling?
Falling?
Faces familiar to my psyche suddenly seem so foreign
My eyes shape their futures. What are they?
Beautiful?
Repulsive?
Bodies move towards me in a drunken fashion
Liquor poisons their bloodstream
Their hearts pump toxins around their bodies
To their limbs
Their eyes
Their brains
Take away their strengths
Turn their lips to stone
Shove coldness down their throats
Take away their faces.
-Emile
Faces • Opuss № I