Hands which tremble
hold my own--
a grasp few
   have felt.
The outcast heart...
How we laugh
   and glide;
how we linger,
yet never die.
No prayer will save.
Hollow eyes/
   vacant smiles.
Patterned madness;
frightening safety.
Devils: shared,
   never alone.
The nightmare
at once repulsive,
then compelling...
Hand in hand we go --
spiralling downward.
A world of walls;
a paradise of pain.