“We care no more!” my martyr roars
at the maker of ravaging hideous effect
on solo ‘n untouchable in main characters
King of nothing the martyr speaks of his domain
and even character will not save
me from a past cut with blade held tightly
in my limp limb and sleeping mind
“Creep” i hear, Creep I see, a shadow holds
my tail, in a bold defying gesture
Already beaten his presense mocks truth
How can one make his living and
beat back the jaws of despair
Jaws that would smother me if I let it
How full of apathy are those Jaws, not
a sharp tooth among the white and