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He sits on the stool, a perfect porcelain specimen,
surrounded by the people who "love" him.
He wears his painted on smile
his painted on face
with his labels and names
the perfect accessory to his Ken doll figure.
He drinks, laughs, smiles, smokes, drinks again, a smile
He gets up and saunters to the bathroom
like a true god, a living doll, an Adonis in flesh
In front of his reflective god, his idol, his lover
he lays himself bare to the torments of his mind:
the perfect skin, rounded pale blue eyes, suuple lips, stong jaw;
he is beautiful and he knows it
He leaves in a cloud of frangrance and faces
a group of idolaters at his feet, professing their unending love
He walks in the darkness; under the bright lights of the streets
the hard pavement rollinghim along on his path
like a ghost ship on the crestof the wave, verging, near break.
his friends talk and he talks back
keeping up the conversations, makeing them Alive.
The crakel of his energy is nearly tangable,
feeding those around him, feeding off his life force
sucking him dry like a den of famished vampires
they cannot be satiated.
Taking his very last drop, taking him into them
HE has none for himself, dead lifeless
but he moves on, his heart beats, in rythm, keeping time
a countdown to something
five
four
three
No one knew, He didnt even know himself, not yet, maybe never
Alone at home, among his posters and trophies
all professing his youth and vitality, his silver spoon
still stuck firmly in his mouth, as it had been from the start.
he wanted for nothing, lacked nothing, missed nothing
How could he miss something he never had?
Anything he touched he owned.
HE read of others things, things he had never had:
a happiness and true hapinness, without condition
a love, a true love, without limits
a beauty, an inner beauty, without form
In his room, he idols stood, galring accusing, judging
REFLECTING
Their Silver sheen glows like fire, the deepest of gleams
a cleansing gleam, buring out whatever was left in the shell
Leaving her hollow, souless, dead and desserted.
He laid himself bare again and offered himself up;
a perfect sacrifice for the beauty of the world.
Alone, frightened, empty, serene,
He looks at his soul, observing the lack thereof.
TRANSFIGURED
IN reverse he sees his ugliness,
Not an ugliness of self, brought on by sins or
other unseen self-afflicted forces, but by the wolrd
The physical world of Tangibility.
His beauty was gone, Vanished
There had been a time, once, long ago, in the past
when he had been beautiful, he could remember it
like it was a millenia ago
so far away
The joy the fullness the warmth of the sun on his fair skin
the days of fall, playing in piles of leaves,
the colors mixing with his blonde locks as they fell on his face
softly
like the kisses of angels.
the life force pumping thorugh him giving him strength
as if he could live on naught but air and sunshine
But that was gone now
sucked away by her unchosen Gods.
EPIPHANY
In his realization of his self, his selflessness
a tear drops, stained, leaving a trail on his face
and lands on his fair hand.
In a frenzy he strips it all off,
all the paint , the airs, the facades the beauty
Primal, almost
He stands bare, fully clothed and yet naked
like a newborn, untouched, alone
with himself and his galring reflecting god.
HE noticed him there, breathing heavily, naked
He laughed
LAUGHED with all the intensity of years of torture
and Shattered
Leaving her alone with her shattered Lord
shattered but not gone
he left his demi-gods, shards, sharp, piercing, laughin, judging
they laughed their small laughs annoying laughs
peircing him to the core, puncturing his empty heart
HE smashed them, but still they would not stop[ thier laughter
constant
crazy
hysterical lughter
smaller and smaller they grew, their numbers ever increasing
they wanted him
another
SACRIFICE
But he was empty now, he thought, alone
what did he have to give his shattered and broken lord?
NOthing, no soul, no more, only emptiness
HE picked him up,
her broken God
his sharp edge pierced his fragile mortal skinand she bled
a lifless blood
dead
What could he want?
waht could he give?
HE dragged the god across his translucent wrists
and watched as the blood poured out to cover his silver face
until he is red, until he is blind covered
HUMAN
He is dropped and dies
as he falls on the sharp bed of his idols
he opens his eyes to the sky, beautiful eyes, like ice
and looks at himself
there in the shattered mirrors, his beleifs, his life
his self
relfected
and he sees one spark
of beauty
there deep in her own eyes, flickering, it lies
slowly drowning in a pool of red,
Until it sinks, and he dies
FINALLY
Dead in slef and dead in body
the lies in red and silver reflected
distorted visions and versions of himself, his true form
are repeated in the shards
no different then before
just like what they all saw
no beauty there
just death and red
He is gone
But i see it there
NOt the reflected, untrue versions shimmering in God-shards
but her true self
the true porcelain god, fully beautiful, fully ugly
fully formed
him
himself
his soul
and he is
RESSURRECTED
finally
BEAUTIFUL
surrounded by the people who "love" him.
He wears his painted on smile
his painted on face
with his labels and names
the perfect accessory to his Ken doll figure.
He drinks, laughs, smiles, smokes, drinks again, a smile
He gets up and saunters to the bathroom
like a true god, a living doll, an Adonis in flesh
In front of his reflective god, his idol, his lover
he lays himself bare to the torments of his mind:
the perfect skin, rounded pale blue eyes, suuple lips, stong jaw;
he is beautiful and he knows it
He leaves in a cloud of frangrance and faces
a group of idolaters at his feet, professing their unending love
He walks in the darkness; under the bright lights of the streets
the hard pavement rollinghim along on his path
like a ghost ship on the crestof the wave, verging, near break.
his friends talk and he talks back
keeping up the conversations, makeing them Alive.
The crakel of his energy is nearly tangable,
feeding those around him, feeding off his life force
sucking him dry like a den of famished vampires
they cannot be satiated.
Taking his very last drop, taking him into them
HE has none for himself, dead lifeless
but he moves on, his heart beats, in rythm, keeping time
a countdown to something
five
four
three
No one knew, He didnt even know himself, not yet, maybe never
Alone at home, among his posters and trophies
all professing his youth and vitality, his silver spoon
still stuck firmly in his mouth, as it had been from the start.
he wanted for nothing, lacked nothing, missed nothing
How could he miss something he never had?
Anything he touched he owned.
HE read of others things, things he had never had:
a happiness and true hapinness, without condition
a love, a true love, without limits
a beauty, an inner beauty, without form
In his room, he idols stood, galring accusing, judging
REFLECTING
Their Silver sheen glows like fire, the deepest of gleams
a cleansing gleam, buring out whatever was left in the shell
Leaving her hollow, souless, dead and desserted.
He laid himself bare again and offered himself up;
a perfect sacrifice for the beauty of the world.
Alone, frightened, empty, serene,
He looks at his soul, observing the lack thereof.
TRANSFIGURED
IN reverse he sees his ugliness,
Not an ugliness of self, brought on by sins or
other unseen self-afflicted forces, but by the wolrd
The physical world of Tangibility.
His beauty was gone, Vanished
There had been a time, once, long ago, in the past
when he had been beautiful, he could remember it
like it was a millenia ago
so far away
The joy the fullness the warmth of the sun on his fair skin
the days of fall, playing in piles of leaves,
the colors mixing with his blonde locks as they fell on his face
softly
like the kisses of angels.
the life force pumping thorugh him giving him strength
as if he could live on naught but air and sunshine
But that was gone now
sucked away by her unchosen Gods.
EPIPHANY
In his realization of his self, his selflessness
a tear drops, stained, leaving a trail on his face
and lands on his fair hand.
In a frenzy he strips it all off,
all the paint , the airs, the facades the beauty
Primal, almost
He stands bare, fully clothed and yet naked
like a newborn, untouched, alone
with himself and his galring reflecting god.
HE noticed him there, breathing heavily, naked
He laughed
LAUGHED with all the intensity of years of torture
and Shattered
Leaving her alone with her shattered Lord
shattered but not gone
he left his demi-gods, shards, sharp, piercing, laughin, judging
they laughed their small laughs annoying laughs
peircing him to the core, puncturing his empty heart
HE smashed them, but still they would not stop[ thier laughter
constant
crazy
hysterical lughter
smaller and smaller they grew, their numbers ever increasing
they wanted him
another
SACRIFICE
But he was empty now, he thought, alone
what did he have to give his shattered and broken lord?
NOthing, no soul, no more, only emptiness
HE picked him up,
her broken God
his sharp edge pierced his fragile mortal skinand she bled
a lifless blood
dead
What could he want?
waht could he give?
HE dragged the god across his translucent wrists
and watched as the blood poured out to cover his silver face
until he is red, until he is blind covered
HUMAN
He is dropped and dies
as he falls on the sharp bed of his idols
he opens his eyes to the sky, beautiful eyes, like ice
and looks at himself
there in the shattered mirrors, his beleifs, his life
his self
relfected
and he sees one spark
of beauty
there deep in her own eyes, flickering, it lies
slowly drowning in a pool of red,
Until it sinks, and he dies
FINALLY
Dead in slef and dead in body
the lies in red and silver reflected
distorted visions and versions of himself, his true form
are repeated in the shards
no different then before
just like what they all saw
no beauty there
just death and red
He is gone
But i see it there
NOt the reflected, untrue versions shimmering in God-shards
but her true self
the true porcelain god, fully beautiful, fully ugly
fully formed
him
himself
his soul
and he is
RESSURRECTED
finally
BEAUTIFUL