Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The animal
awakes

he's like a preying
manmade robot of a man
he's the beast within.

He takes, he gives
he lives within me like an artificial heart
beating
ticking as it slows.

What's a boy to do
without his skin
All the parts are fake,
the inside parts
the outside parts
the important parts.

They've all been replaced
by an astronaut's idea
and a dreamer's plan.

But a soul is found
a soul is inherent
a soul is something in between.
A soul is nothing
nothing since you.

The man is stripped of dignity
the man is made to feel his pain.
Another quiet night again.
Only the beast remains.

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