Who are these creatures?
Why do they burn so red?
I fear their nature.
They hunt me
I hide
Under wisecracks
And pointless chats
And cotton sacks made to fit this awkward shape
Who am I?
I am lost
An alien amnesiac
A wanderer in a volatile land.

I am frail and fallen
Broken and scarred
Burned, beaten, bruised
I have nothing but my soiled name
Nothing to offer
But my love and gratitude
I expect nothing
Not even a kind word
Though kind you've always been
I love you
Without conditions
Without pretensions
Without limits
Your willing servant 'till the end