"Black lungs

Charcoaled by cigarettes

And endless cups of green tea mixed with guilt

Things like that can really change you.

His life is all matches and candlesticks

Burning pictures and remnants of the beaded-bracelets his wears around his ankles.

But through the tinsel and the tainted tinfoil,

The young boy inside craves to breathe;

To know he's truly human---

---even if he has to die to prove it.

Black Lungs

Black Heart

Black Eyes

Black Soul

Nothing is left untouched

Or unsaid

But the truth, to the boy was hidden.

The Man,

Only that Charcoaled Man will tell you,

Despair is motivation."

S.N.S 2/8/2005 7:14pm