dark hair blends
seamlessly with the night
he wanders
dreamlessly in the darkness
though sleep hearkens
he does not obey the call
streaks of crimson
color the whites of
his eyes while pools
of brown sulk in
the center
The mind body and
soul are all in one
whole, however
this night he has
seperated his mind
in response to
the everpresent
overthoughtfulness
of him and her
of this and that
of when and why
of who and how
none of that mattered
now, all he knew
was the burning
sensation in his
legs as he pulsed
along sumerton
in this night
he had become
as he was
a drifting vagabond
free of emotion
loosed in rage
and soon captured
by sanity, somehow
he wanted to keep
his humanity
never again would
he allow his vanity
to get out of hand
thinking himself
to be a worthwhile
man