You don’t even have death in your eyes

They are just black voids, tuneless hums

Your mouth moves like rusty cogs
in a dilapidated grandfather clock
cracked with the weight of time 

There is no life in you, no vibrancy 
spilling out in myriad colors
like light hitting a crystal prism

There is nothing but a sagging blankness
steaming out of your mouth, 
lips flaccid and wrinkled, spewing someone else’s manifesto
as if you birthed it

You fool. With eyes devoid even of death.
Blindly running towards the sharp edge
of a cliff and into a nightmare 
you so willingly embrace
as one embraces a soft pillow