The Stare

Desensitized and mystified, 

          death defied by suicide, 

                    memerized by what he sees.

Horrified and immortalized, 

          rectified by truth... besides, 

                    what else can there be?

Take a look, a lasting look, 

take a picture, write a book, 

what is it that you see?

Behind my stare I lay quite bare, 

I never thought I'd ever care, 

behind this stare, my veneer... 

is me...      see?