Once a tool to help me see
Now a symbol of the machine

Only worn when i have to work

Pour me something tall
Help me ease the lengthy fall

Caught
Gazing deep
Into the eyes

The awful sound
Of certain death
Of no left time

Hissing and swaying
With wild eyes
How am I still alive

Snakes fall from her head
As well the feeling of dread
Growing ever colder

Alone
I am stone

I leave no man behind
Unless he's blind
I mean not in the eyes
But in the mind

a thick shroud of fog
covered the sun's bright cog
in a most murky clog

Helen held Hank's hand
hoping her hand holding had
hastened his heart

Pain slices through his heart
As he watches her
Once again
Beat herself with that
Whip of Intolerance
Each time he is Stunned
By the Violence
She directs at herself
His heart bleeds
As he wonders....
          as he wonders
If she will ever find
Acceptance and Tolerance
Of her self
That she so freely gives to others

The only thing
One ever truly owns
Is ones body