Part II: The Eyes Of Broken Souls

No Wonder You Shuddered In The Embrace Of The Razor,

No Question As To Why It's The Memory That You Savor,

No Mystery That The Others That You Found Who Were Bleeding,

Are The Only Ones You've Known Who've Understood What You Were Needing.

You Find Those Who've Survived In The Most Sacred Scary Places,

Under Cemetary Rainbows And In Gothic Stained Embraces,

Inside Shopping Malls Of Plastic And In Perfumed Pubs Of Piss,

But When You Find Them Nothing Matters But That First Intrinsic Kiss.

The Others That You Find Are Almost Always Older Men,

Girls Provide Distraction But Leave You Wanting Once Again,

And No One That You've Found Your Age Has Hurt As Much Inside,

At Least Not The Ones You've Wanted Or The Ones You Did Have Died.

But Always Within Your Heart There Hides A Need For The Perfect Equal,

A Character Who Could Complete Your Saga Without The Need For A Sequel,

A Man Who's Pain And Torment Is But A Mirror Of Your Wounded Soul,

A Man Who Could Conquer, Surrender, Grow Stronger...Without The Need For Control.

That Man You Envision In Your Mind's Eye...The One For Whom You've Ached,

The One You Can Hardly Believe In...The Funeral For Which You Have Waked,

The Father Figure Who Fucks You Like A Stallion Protector Of Foals,

Two Lost Boys Found In Each Others' Eyes...The Eyes Of Broken Souls.

© May 13, 1999 By Menes