bearer, he stood there, saying words
of emotions, i listened closely, to the
misunderstood words, and found a play,
found myself an actor
my mother was not told of
the screenplay and so her role
was replaced
and so, my bearer, the original
screenwriter, and i, the lost actor
sat in a room, for i was there
to watch, to look at the murder
of my mother, the sadness of my
father, and the devastation of my
soul
in anguish, i read my script
acted the story, and let
my hatred rage among the
heretics, while the lion
inside of me slept
