Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.