Chasing his soul inside
falling and falling deep
splashing in a tea cup
with the sisters of pain
captive to an overbearing
Queen and a cross
assassinated from social structure
by words of ignorance
lost in a dimension
with pain, anger, and hate
as his guide
feminism choking masculinity
survival dependent on unreality
he smiles while he evaporates
relinquishing control to
clowns out for gain
split in two by the
thread he walks
caging the bird inside
the cat prowls
but its substance is gone
amongst the bitterness
he expires
lost in years
