so many things I smell
so many fragrant
so many dull
they all smell dead
when you smell only yourself

so many things I taste
so many sweet
so many tart
they all taste sour
when it's just you're own tounge

so many things I feel
so many loving
so many hating
they all seem evil
I must not look at myself
I must not look at others
I only see
    hear
    smell
    taste
    feel the evil
of the one in myself
the one called emotions
the one who can kill me