From: Phain@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Lost
Date: Wed Apr 13 08:05:12 1994


wasted on the corner
the neon catches for a moment in your eye
then moves on again, your gaze shifting
searching, glassy and wanton
for truth, you say.
alterations kill the soul in their subtlety
though you can't begin to know
least of all now.
life has escaped you for a moment
you are the walking dead
shambling about, risen from the earth
your rotten teeth gnaw at ties once held sacred
in death's shadow
you have chosen the role of the stranger
yes, i suppose you have escaped,
turning your back on oblivion
(but also on me).
bask well in your Pride
now drunk and swolen.
marks once hidden become points of pride
bits of discolored vanity.
a braggart of the world you discovered
without regret of worlds you left behind
                          
                        -Phain