Introspective Reflection

i am incapable of feeling anything other than myself
a disgrace to everything you hold dear...
to you, i am nothing... but to me, i am all
i am the cancer to your worlds health
my views are in perspective
orthographic projection
i see the world through a thimble
and the clouds in a mirror
i am the everlast
i am the evening sky...
the beauty is that you are all me, and we are all one
one into the all, and all into myself...
were all comets flying over the horizon,
...nothing but orgasms into a fire
whatever i say is echoed back in stereo
whatever i do is played back digital
and whatever i hear doesnt matter...
because i dont care