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.