Lenore

He stood over the flood-light-lit-street

Casting judgements on the civilian gone criminal bondage victims

Comparing facades and fake teeth to the bloody masquerade

A self loathing superiority complex

And an irritation like blistered skin still hot from the blue eyed bombshell that fell out of the sky

Praying for a green-eyed-angel-dust-savior

To spare him the madness and chase what was left of his self control away so-

-that he could retire to a nevermore mad house

And release this pointless charade