Exposed

Screams of living, dying, dead.
Ghosts and ghouls run 'round in my head.
Iron nails through my heart.
Close my eyes and see the part
Of me that others do not see.
Bind my eyes,
Stuff my ears.
I cannot hide from that which is.

Can you save me?
I think not.
But I'll take you in
And you can see
What it is like to be me.
And if you try to flee,
Tonight's dinner you will be.
- composed 11/28/2001