The Simple Fact

Never have I seen a fly,
Be the stalker.
And never,
Has the dragon been a prey,
I fail to see.
Just how they fail to conceive,
But has a simply fly,
Ever learned to soar?
Impossible, when all thoughts are eaten.
The only thing one can want, is just more.
Maybe, it's me; but all these infinitesimal,
Morbidly atrophied faces,
Their eyes are gashed out.

Do I hear them?
No, sewed are their mouths, shut.
Fuck, fuck befriending them,
Cut, cut their chests open.
And remove an empty hole for a heart,
And add it to mine.

But has my simple smile,
Ever gotten to a single soul?