Stranger, I've decided to write to you
As a sort of symbolic poem, maybe a form of catharsis.
My name is Jason, but we met when I was wearing a different name.
I'm sure you remember me vividly.
Then again, maybe not.
Maybe I'm just a blur, a face in a sea of faceless faces.
A congealed mass of melted self-worth
With the others that I'm certain exist.
Limbs all strewn together in confusion, joined, locked into one another
Without really knowing how we came to be connected.
You took me to a foreign land, made it my home,
Took me in and gave eyes to a naive-blinded person.
Did you plan it even from that point,
Or did opportunity just knock so hypnotically?
You gave this boy open wounds,
Rubbed addicting substances onto them,
Called it the key to prosperity and happiness,
Then let the boy enter a man's world
With no weapon at my disposal, not even a plan.
I was ambushed and deceived by you.
You made me feel like a scared child again.
I was ripped of all I felt made me something solid, a human-shaped form,
So, I take comfort in knowing we will once again, one day, be equals.
Maggots will mercilessly eat away at your remorseless corpse,
Feeding you to the earth, allowing you to sustain life
In the hopes that you will do better in death than you ever did as a human.
Of course, I'll be right beside you,
Rotting away as your equal.