Prometheus, 2014 Mercurial narcosis condemns my fantasy leaving me with little but the truth what fool am I just born to die without a prayer to speak? nothing but an echo of my youth razor love has left me blind and chained within my heart groveling for scraps of human sin a paraplegic acrobat despising baptist nets that span the pit he wants to fall within duplicitous bureaucracy exterminates the boy that used to be while challenging the man to sacrifice his paradise with socialistic grace for no good reason he can understand serpentine society beguiles the common fool with plastic dolls and music of the night but tears away his dignity like pulling wings off flies leaving him to contemplate his plight what dreams are real? what hope is true? what innocence survives? questions shred the hymen of the brain I may be you, but are you me, and will we both parade our misery through streets that are insane? with un-dead eyes and stony heart I dance with shiny dolls to symphonies of darkness 'til the dawn ever-knowing that my fate was sealed before my birth and that I am no more than just a pawn C. Lon R. Bruso