One is looking away Another has walked far astray The flock is gasping their laugh They seem to believe Their petty hearts are not black holes I see a penny's worth of heart To bathe them in The very same nightmare I drown To bleed the words That cut like razor blades And sing Show me the truly strong Who needs to mirror his strength In the broken The daily charade Of portioned out compassion Who dares to know himself in another To tie a gallows rope Of mockery and spite For the dawn To breath the air Of night, of rain Of solitude