doubt in your heart
But is there anyone who loves you? Is there ANYONE who c a r e s?
Or do you walk the streets with naught but loneliness in your air?
If we left you in the gutter, gutted and supine, would your family come to find you, or the first of the canines;
to sniff out your dead reek and to mar your flesh and dine (crunching in the cold sunlight as the PEOPLE pass you by.)
Is there anyone who loves you? Anyone who dares
to brave your lusts and whimsies;
Is there anyone (anyone?) who cares?