"Most people aren't happy you know."
a statement
earnest in its desperation
a broken bond
t r i c k l i n g
from your throat
inane
and
wheezing
I'm not like you
I'm a cold, dead species
the hollow son
a shadow on the wall
I'm a tourist in your ******* world
neither
among you
nor
of you
sinfully removed
dancing on the tips of spears
above the pantomime
sick
and free
and cruelly
brash
tho.
above the door
the sign reads...