I watch movies in a dark room
and shut the world out
There is a call for heroes
but I keep watching.
The world wants me
and I keep me
to myself.
Passion is pure gold
under black and white lights
I long for childhood
and the sweetness of the sun
but wars want men
ground up
into human sacrifice.
I’m alone
looking
at peeling paint
Perfection
in this tiny room
There is nothing to be gained
Nothing to be had
on the outside
Expression
laid naked and bare
born from the womb
without permission
and ready to die
on the outside.