Words from a Tortured Soul's World
"Untitled Work from 11/99"

As I breath in the smell of Your fear
I realize that it is a fear earned
In contempt for this world
In contempt for all that I offer
As well as all that I cannot
I give myself to You
Submissive over and over
And You take it in stride
As if it were nothing
But a spec of the dust
That You truly love.