Saturday, July 4, 2009

Inspired by the Sociopath Next Door

I said that the chill was due to the fact that you lacked a human heart
Others said it was because you lacked a human conscience
Even more said it was a gut feeling when held in your poisioned presence
This turned your heart hard
When?
Who knows?
Perhaps the family
That you failed to once mention you loved...

No harsh feelings
And yet no miniscule ones either
Not a care in the soul of a stone- faced speicmen
Other than his own roles
He acts
But segregates himself far, far away
In his own unhealthy terrain
Lonely for an indefinite amount of time
Are you almost there?
Can you be pulled into love?
Forced to express concern?
Can this straggly individual be seduced?
Or...even cry?
Cry knowing that love will never find its path
Not toward the timid boy who feels nothing but anger and pain.

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