When I was young my world
revolved around
FaMiLY

When I grew older my world
my world c
r
u
m
b
l
e
d
I saw cruelty in its rarest
form

When I grew up my world
my world was CONSTRAINED by the WICKED
and I learned
m-e-r-c-y

When I became a man my world
my world was different.
I learned kindness
I saw – through these yellow eyes -

Peace.

I felt through this blue skin
love.

Then yet again my world
my world
crumbled.

These blue stitches came
they came undone.

And now I lay
I lay alone
b l e e d i n g
B r E a T h I n G
while the WICKED
consume.