Focus: The First Eye

I found ecstasy in isolation
in total lack of communication.
Nothing can hurt me if I don't exist.
What's born to consume is useless.
All I create is precious.
Please don't judge me as a megalomaniac.
Time erased unnecessary rests
and let me focus on naked things.
What's born on your side is rotten.
All around me is clear.
Now it's time to judge and
realize that the world dislikes
it when you speak the truth.