Will you pause long enough to walk with me and the one who enslaves us all?
There is never a damn to give.
The REALEST of us all still portray a given attitude acceptable to the world.
At large, our beast should roam free.
Meticulously groomed for the world to see.
The pen is my soldier.
I wound the deepest inward scar again and again.
I gaze at your blindness with hunger.
I do not want this truthful gaze.