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? 
