I crawl through a shattered dream.
A wriggling cripple,
I utter and blaspheme,
Searching for a nipple.
Shackled to my vanity,
Resistant to humility,
Me, first of all, self-centered realization,
Devouring all, blackholes of civilization,
Family, brother, sister father, motherhood.
Left embracing ashes, misunderstood.
Exiled, waning sanity, cold and alone.
Pulling dreams from reality, flesh from bone.
Hollow eyes accept any desperate orb,
No matter how maligned or askew.
An asphyxiated spirit any ghoul may absorb,
Becoming them, we, us, me and you.
Shock and awe, stay the course, back the surge,
A zombie puppet bomb I emerge.
I step into the unsuspecting mall,
I raise my hands, surrender to the call.
Ticket to paradise inside my vest,
Tonight, yes tonight, I finally rest!
- Peter Riordan
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