Tracks -- follow them--
And you'll see my tears;
Further down --
My soul fades into
the natural scenery --
Dirty, soiled & ruined. . . .

However, it doesn't matter --
My life has never belonged
to me exclusively,
Everyone else has access as well.
I don't have ownership
of the bloody key!

Why? Because I don't belong.
I'm just a caged lion . . .
Defenseless, locked up,
Teased & humiliated
At others discretion.

I prowl forward & back daily,
Going nowhere speedily --
It's a fast ride to oblivion
On a dark, bloody, carousel
Merely for the crowd's amusement.

I can barely discern
A shadowy form
In the far distance . . .
Down a dark, smelly, tunnel
Full of horrors only I can see.

The figure is that of a man
Who has been debased,
Forgotten, neglected, and alone,
For countless centuries.

Everyone wants him there
So they have someone to blame
When midnight comes,
And they're...