Fish-eyed child
Impervious to all light
Unfazed by the glaring spark of life
Automaton!
Besieger, entitled brat throwing endless tantrums
Begotten by the electric father
Death doesn't ring a fucking bell
Unbeknownst, the self cannot distinguish its contour
There's nothing to love
Nothing to fear and nothing to loathe
But that dumb demand for service from all and none
The child speaks
A monologue, a train of thought
That belongs inside
It blabbers, it screams
We are its projections here
We were never introduced despite our years
Your fish-like eyes
Are windows to nothing
It's haunting to see you move
As if there is a ghost
But there's nothing