I wonder sometimes, where to go
what to do.

A slender spirit may oft appear
his teeth as yet crooked
the eyes a piercing blue.

He never smiles, only seethes
and asks but a simple question:
why must he stay still?

His arms are long and wicked
but a touch, and I am frozen
with thoughts of all before.

Across his palms lies "HERE THERE BE MONSTERS"
his fingertips, each a word:
Suffering, Ridicule, Betrayal, Loneliness and Decay
such lovely friends I've made.

All memories, my knowledge
the better senses bid me leave.

Still I wonder where to go.