He's broken --
All the rules
Of decency
Of honor
He's snapped --
The wire
Of empathy
Of patience
He's trampled --
Everything sacred
Chasing after --
Revenge fantasies
And those delicious --
Easy Pickens
He's whipped --
His gollies
Off on it
Sullying whatever --
Remained of him
Beyond the specter
Glaring at him
In his OWN
Secret phantasm
In night vision
Alone & haunted
Alone & haunted
It hardly matters --
When it comes
To call his name
Clarity will arrive
In strides of strife
He won't deny it
He won't deny it
When it comes --
Calling his name.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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