[Writingworkshop] Hate Crime draft 2

[Antony Nigel Donovan]

On Sun, 2008-04-13 at 12:17 -0400, Neale Morison wrote:
> I went back to the original images from the story of the starving dog in 
> the art gallery, I took out the worst of the Dr Seuss on acid, and I 
> gave the psychotic stalker terrorist more of a God complex. Is this any 
> better?
> 
> 2008-04-12
> 
> Look at you sipping your chilled Chardonnay,
> Chattering cheerfully, nothing to say,
> Glorified, gratified, satisfied, smug,
> Snug as a bug in a rug on a drug.
> 
> Look at your eyes disconnect from your brain,
> As you gaze unimpressed at a creature in pain,
> Look at your brain disconnect from your heart,
> As you glide through a gallery calling it art.
> 
> Look at your manicure, look at your hair,
> Nothing can touch you and teach you to care,
> Nothing can open your eyes to the light,
> To the fright of the sight of the plight of the night.
> 
> When will you wake to the world you destroyed,
> To the horror that yawns in the depths of the void?
> Nothing can pierce through your passionproof skin,
> To the moistness and softness and pinkness within.
> 
> Look in the mirror. A glimpse of a face,
> A flash of a fear of a frozen embrace,
> What is the fate you are failing to flee?
> You see your reflection; you cannot see me.

You see your reflection;  you do no see me.

> 
> Cloaked in a cloud, camouflaged and concealed,
> I am the reckoning, rarely revealed,
> I am the terror that mangles your mind,
> I am the footsteps that echo behind.
>