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They've all been replaced
by an astronaut's idea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.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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