Idealism Or Someone

What do you see in my emaciated emerald eyes? Idealism or someone lost in love and hatred Birds eat my meat thrown on the clean floor A death sentence has passed on my sick neck Don't grind your teeth as you walk on my rotting body My blood has become fertilizer for the roads of the raging seas The breeze plays with our scattered hearts, then the calm of the nights And your turbulent feelings as material for my disordered heart The fingers of the gods are pointing at my brain, lying on the table And the devils enjoy the smell of my guts in the bathtub And there you see my hopes floating like a pure beast where am I? Why do you see me and embrace my soul after all that? Your eardrum is dull, let's blow it Or blew my heart after you research its place in the "home"